I WILL LIVE

You may thrust me in the mud

And paint me with stinky dirt,

Put me in your mourning song

But strongly still, I will live.

You may cook me up in a story

And feed me to your dearly offsprings

With your bitter, twisted lies

But strongly still, I will live.

Does my ambition offend you?

Why do you shiver for its sparkles?

Even I hail from a choking dust,

Strongly still, I will live.

Just like salamander in the fire,

Amphibian lizard living in flame.

Just like desert-willow in drought,

Strongly still, I will live.

Do you want to see me broken?

Trembling bones under sweaty skin?

Melted heart with a lost hope,

Weakened by my soulful cries.

I look fear straight in eyes

For backing down isn't my path,

I will live but not with fear or shame

Neither cowardly shiver to hyena's laugh.

You may bite me with your words,

Cut me with your claws of hate,

Devour my courage at your best

But bravely still, I will live.

Out of dirt, pain and toiling rear,

Leaving the times of terror and fear

I will live.

Rising from lonely cradle to flawlessness,

I am the dream and hope of the helpless

I will live.

© Mukaila Samad I.

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