Use my blood as paint for holi
Fly a kite with my noose
Know i gave my life for the final goal; freedom for all
We live in the clutches of imagined shadows
Dancing on our cell walls
Agar shaheed hua toh, mere kafan pe likhna
(گر شہید ہوا تو میرے کفن پے لکھنا)
(if i am martyred, write it on my shroud)
The fall of empire
Celebrated by the subaltern
A bacchanalia of peons feasting on their once-king
We'll see the day, inshAllah
When every crown is flung, each throne brought down