The Cry of Heart
Neither thy face, nor features, lips and eyes
Nor it is my yearning for mirth which my heart fries
My feet are advancing towards the hangman’s platform
O sword of tyranny! It is for thee my heart cries
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2012
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