The Wind Has Become Rebellious

My city's breeze is restless today, making the whole city uneasy,

May be she went by touching my soul,

The rebellious smell of my soul has dissolved in it,

Which is throttling to frivolous minded society,

They are trying to shut their doors, their minds, their souls but can't escape,

My demanding mind has become an arrow to them which is pricking them hardly.

The demand of my rights, my freedom, my own existence,

They stare me as though I am an unwanted element of society,

Not from today but since ages,

My voice is deafening to them, they are not used to it.

Now I'v become kind of spring,

The more you suppress it, the high it will go,

They have suppressed us quite enough,

Now times to go up,

The breeze should flow continuously,

Let's make it never stop..

Let this breeze flow, let the misconceptions of society suffocate before the humanity get choked by them....