i'll probably die for something very small
for a moss rose
for dew drops.
may be i die for a petal
that flies in the gentle breeze of spring
or for a rain drop.

i'll probably die for something very trifling
for birdsongs
for the dimple in a child's face
may be i die for the undropped tears in someone's eyes
or for sunshines.

i'll probably die for something paltry
for flakes of moonlight
may be for the butterfly that disappeared from the 20th floor of my apartment
or for a piece of green.

i'll probably die for something very little
for a very small dream
for very small sorrows
may be for someone's sigh in sleep
or for a sip of beauty..

I HAD SOMETHING.

THEY HAD NOTHING.

NOW, THEY GOT EVERYTHING.

BUT THEY ACT LIKE THEY HAVE NOTHING.

STILL I HAVE SOMETHING

BUT I FEEL LIKE A KING......

The place is like a lunatic asylum but we are not insane. The reason why we are here is not clear to me. Every day we are severely tortured physically and mentally. (still I can feel the waterboarding). Our clothes are tattered .
I am planning for escape but I don’t know how. One of my mates tells me that from inside it seems the security system is weak but actually it’s not. Outside guards are lurking and waiting to catch someone who tries to escape. If they could death is certain.
But I am determined, I have to escape
.......

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