With Due Respect
Speak, your lips are free
Speak, it is your own tongue
Speak, it is your own body
Speak, your life is still yours
See how in the blacksmith’s shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws,
And every chain begins to break
Speak, this brief hour is long enough
Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, ’cause the truth is not dead yet,
Speak, speak, whatever you must speak
Faiz if you were alive perhaps you would have liked to revise your poem because the world isn’t a lala land where you’d speak your mind and get away with it. It’s a better, livable place for Machiavellian types… no doubt.
Bol Ke Lab Azad Hain Tere?