Change - Poetry by Neelum Afridi

"Change"

These thorns,

that you have sown,

I will walk on,

to get the rose.

I will bleed,

hurting my feet,

I will sweep,

just like an eel.

I won't stop,

will clear the thorns,

will grow a rose,

of a new kind.

Because I'm a change,

I challenge this incline,

I reject this trace,

of smiles and laughter.

I choose to bleed,

I choose to change,

because I rebel,

to the customs which prevail.

I'm on this stony rail,

hurting myself,

forcing massive stones aside,

attiring myself.

Making a base,

for a change,

I'm the change,

Yes I am.

If you put me in jail,

or throw me in hell,

hit me with hand,

kill me with jibe.

But I'm the change,

remember I am,

I won't stop,

New foundation will sprout.

Because I'm the change,

I rebel,

I'll walk with pride,

as I know I'm right.

You may whisper,

those loose talks I hear,

I'm not deaf, neither blind,

I hear, I see.

Get hurt, may cry,

pains cut inside,

your eyes when I walk,

hit me like swords.

It bleeds my soul,

Ahh..!This blood will grow,

a rose with a fresh odor,

Oh! That will be the dawn,

As I'll bring on my own!