O thee child that burns,
Smile and raise your hands high.
Rattle and throw the urns,
Take some rules and them you defy.
Cry the pearls out of your head,
Stop and sneeze in time of happiness.
Dance in the light you just shed,
To the hearts you have access.
Show me the rain O child,
Bathe in the dust of hope.
Run wild in the beauty you pilled,
Of your smiles aligned in rope.
Pull your pride of being a prodigy,
Cut all these men down with tinted faces.
Turn your existence from sadness to comedy,
Let your wrath leave some traces.
- Zain Rizwan
