A Ballad For Stolen Innocence Poem by abu tarek md tahsin

over those hills, my love
just over those hills
across this lane
as the highway unfolds

may our prayers
be answered
so when all is gone
we can run over those hills.

with no memories
of time past
no longings of strange attires
and no thoughts of glittering reasons
burdening our minds

we seek the freedom
that bullets can't buy!
we seek the liberty
that no words can describe!

over those hills, my love
just over those hills
lie our luck.