Of love and liberty

No one digs their own skin 
Deep to find a timid angel
Hiding from plays what the body run
To the mind in the race of survival
The caves that our best 
Go dark all the day 
And bright all the night
As dark as what your poems say
Stop by the space between the hands 
Of clock and measure your life
To why we run always
Pumping the greed beyond its size
Give a chance to self
Be the angel that brings you out of this grief.
Be the angel, of love and liberty

-Aroon Che