I Want to go But I Don’t Want to Go

I Want to go But I Don’t Want to Go

I want to go but I don’t want to go.

It has been a year I have seen you.

I miss you badly and I long for you.

I want to go but I don’t want to go.

When I saw you last year, I was free, you were unoccupied.

Today I am a slave and you are in chains.

Then where shall I go, who to meet?  

They pity our communication blockade.

I envy their sovereignty and fake democracy.

They cheer on our helplessness and mock on our existence.

They call me terrorist but they are worse fascists.

Then where shall I go, who to meet?

Where eating beef is a crime and lynching is goodness.

Now I am a slave to that entity, with my identity.

I really want to go but I don’t want to go.

I remember yellow paddy fields, amber colour chinars.

Now I see occupational forces with heavy machine guns.

Occupied my pious land on every nook and cranny.

With their rusted guns aim to kill us en masse.

Then where shall I go, who to meet?

With illegal force, they snatched my land.

Paddy fields, fountains, rivulets and stream

Control my air, my every word.

Then where shall I go, who to meet?

Yet I want to go, I don’t want to go.

To the land of the mute, helpless lot.

Impounded since 50 days with no respite

                                                        Sumera B. Reshi