Freedom and the Illusory Seed
Zahir Mirza

I have never been free
I was born in a prison
Gates and barbs that bite
Walls of unscalable heights

The Ones who will not let me free
Are the guards that I cannot see

These walls upon which
We have all laid bricks
Our toils the cement and our blood
The grit that have let their blocks stick

That illusory seed
Its sapling rooted deep
An embrace of freedom
Is of what I dream
Its grip in binds
Wound tight, has me

Yet within these walls I am made to feel free
A beach of sand meets an ocean of peace
A sea of electric, a jungle of concrete
My taste of heaven, wrapped up,
Bittersweet.

Words of deceit, vie my mind merrily
Delights, some time, they flow endlessly
But fleeting in their might
Faded like my thoughts
A hue altered from truth
It is a different world I see

The walls an illusion
That I want to believe
But all within
Never outwith will be
For we were born in a prison
And from it, will never be free