A Prisoner

arijit_rupai: I am a prisoner of life,

watching your world from behind the bar,

One shadow comes to me every night,

I see an angel in her,

The angel tells me "This country is not yours"

Then why I can feel same beautifull smell from your soil?

The angels tell "This sky is not yours"

Then why your sky call me with love in her heart?

The angel tells me "This rose is not yours"

Then why your rose spreads same love to me?

The angel tells me "this air is not yours"

Then why it reminds me my mother's touch?

The angel tells me "I am not yours"

Then why my heart wants to grab her hand and wants to say,

"you are mine?"

Mother's touch and angel's love are same in all soil.....to all of my brothers and sisters and friends of internationalism