~ vacant minds,
eyes shut closed with imaginary blinds,
~ vacant souls,
brains filled with so many deep holes,
~ vacant lives,
sharp iron knifes,
i have searched the hidden archives,
~ and see that the throne of multan,
awaits the next Sikh sultan,
for commands are to be received,
territories are to be achieved,
~ but a dream remains a dream,
a lie remains a lie,
a tear remains a tear,
and now and again we must all breathe a little fresh air,
~ for i endure the pain,
rooted in my brain,
~ but I am falling into disbelief
as descendants of chiefs now turn to become thief’s,
~ i stir the fire every second,
in the time that beckons,
thinking what if,
but my mind remains eternally stiff,
~ what has happened to us,
why have we parked the bus,
in a foreign land,
this is not as all... as was planned.
~ let us dream of the great Sikh state,
the road will not be straight,
and we will be hunted like bait,
but that... that is our fate...
14/10/2020
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