When???

For the people living as democratic slaves, in his own land....

The breath seems incomplete,
I can even feel dead trees breathing....
Dragonflies about to take off,
yet the wings are broken....
so; when will you fly?
doesn't the question arise?
but still she tries, not you....

Until when will you fight?
with your restless breath....
don't you feel your breath incomplete?
Do you cherish yourself,
and all the beings around?

Why don't you try,
your tender thoughts to feel....
your imaginations to fly....
Surrender yourself within yourself....
Yet your mind says no...I know....
just because of the people around you....
the so called society....
they won't let you fly....
even when your wings are strong,
they make you broken....
and when would you confess....?

I am just waiting...
when you are drunk, perhaps....
or maybe not....still the waiting feel is fine....
because I'm waiting for an explosion....
with a boom to turn the things around you....
to glue your thoughts with the sky...
to sparkle along with the sunshine....
to twinkle along with the stars....
to sing along an off tune,
in an unmatched rhythm....
Yes, I can hear your voice,
in a tremendous pitch....
in a rhythmic tune....
just give a damn try.....