Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Speak, your lips are free/ Speak, it is in your own tongue
Everything and not a thing is lost to light
the unheard call waits quietly for dawn
black is not a colour but primary by right
its truth a whisper of account forlorn
The unheard call waits quietly for dawn
speak, your lips are free of thought unbound
its truth a whisper of account forlorn
speak, it is in your own tongue power is found
Speak, your lips are free of thought unbound
will a captive heart to untrammelled flight
speak, it is in your own tongue power is found
use your fingers hold the wind out to write
Will a captive heart to untrammelled flight
to journey a wave in private ocean aloud
use your fingers hold the wind out to write
thoughts no longer hindered in night’s shroud
To journey a wave in private ocean aloud
let history call the wastrel numbers out
thoughts no longer hindered in night’s shroud
be the flutter and strike, the kingfisher flout
Let history call the wastrel numbers out
agents trail the scent lay low in coppice
be the flutter and strike, the kingfisher’s flout
your songs must rise beyond benign artifice
Agents trail the scent lay low in coppice
watch the moment’s hazy temporal glow
your songs must rise beyond benign artifice
proclaim, all language from gloom to throw
Watch the moment’s hazy temporal glow
become azure the furtive in bold reveal
proclaim, all language from gloom to throw
in speech to find the stand, never to kneel
James Walton Poetry 
Much to think about and be inspired by. I really like the lines “black is not a colour but primary by right” and hold the wind out to write.
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Thanks Colleen. I’m not sure about the form and rhyme – they’re difficult to do and in doing it as an exercise it only confirmed my thoughts!
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