Dependence
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Dependence

We, the captives of the line of destiny
Standing for centuries
Thirsty beside the flowing brooks

Holding dried wrinkles in the cusp of our hands
And blistering petitions written on our shrivelled lips
Waiting; a Messiah will come
To rejuvenate the withered lines of our hands
To give our lips a hint of liquor
And baptise us in the fragrant brooks

O Lord! We hail your command over the worlds
Your reflective shades , and the quality of your imagery
Your tactics to arrange the universes
We, the inhabitants on the surface of an insigficant land
Kindly make us realise that we, ourselves are the source of our hope
We, ourselves are the cure for the confusion of every thirst we have
Kindly let it be now revealed that we, yes we are the Messiah ourselves

We, the bodies immiserated in the fear of the days
Captives for centuries
Held behind the walls stretched by the line of destiny drawn by our own hands
Thirsty beside the flowing brooks

Riaz Akber