In the cell
They call n-956
so many walls i see
why only four they said to be?
made of mothers tears
carved with fathers ' helpless fears
shattered dreams on iron beds
covered with injustice sheets
stained with hate
My name is my fate
For my pride, i got blamed
My name is Khan, and i got framed.
I leave my body to my head
one step at a stare
i can see them everywhere
Raising fingers and waving flags
writing articles and Hashtags
A fraud it is or a scam
they jail me now for who i am
i wish for that, they saw me instead
in time they will
Dry around me in the well
And for my silence, i got shamed.
They locked me in, they think
in my own freedom, i blink
Anger is my dear host
that too i can't attend to
what did i do?
Nothing
i know and they do too
But still
Here i am
sitting still
in youssef's well
waiting for the passers by to pick me up
in my head, a little, i rest
in my beloved ones's warm nest
its getting cold out here
so i fold my arms around my heart
never have we been this apart
In my head, it hurts too
what did i do?
Nothing, the voice said
that i know, and they do too
How is he holding up?
I wonder
the roaring thunder
wakes me up
hang in there my son
After the longest night, there will be a rising sun
that is always then any darkness, stronger
I close my eyes on his face
I beat my lungs out to the breath race
within the walls it's getting tighter
I am a kinght fighter
Suddenly the world seemed lighter
at the warmth of his teary smile
Its not about you, the voice in my head,
said
its about being alive and dead
what then did i do?
Nothing
I know that, they do too
My friend Raj, i remember
his mother's delicious sweets every diwali,
she especially for me made and sent
my school teacher, Mrs Singh
giving me honors for Science in the seventh grade
like a cold blade
memories come rushing through
what did i do?
my father is a Khan
my mother is a Chibber
we are all the same
although we all beg to differ
when it rains we were raised to dance
but some of us chose,
to only get wet.
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