Hear from me
My cry is not for freedom
I just want to be me
If they call it freedom
I have no issues with that
No doubt,
I have gone through alot
Don’t write my story
Without asking me
Why do you make my story
Without me
You made me doubt my existence
May be, I am not me
Do me a favour
Wait for me
Hear from me
So you can tell my real story
This poem is about:
My country