Genocide

"Azaadi…. Azzadi..."

What does is mean?

Freedom?

The long lost freedom to fly,

Freedom to speak and dream,

To sleep peacefully and

Hope to see a better tomorrow

To let your children hold pen,

And not guns and grenades 

And they came shouting,

"AZAADI…. AZAADI…"

And broke knees

To make us kneel,

Hitting the base of gun

Shattering our heads

Playing a bloody games

With our babies and infants

Breaking old and raping wives

Shouting for freedom.

Years and years gone,

When life has gone along

And freedom has come

But we can't forget

They came shouting,

"Azaadi… Azaadi…"

Burning our homes

And giving scars to our lives.