My voice goes up in the sky.

My voice goes up in the sky.

Should I open my lips,

to utter few words,

the people may be outraged,

they may draw their swords,

if I keep quiet, I feel suffocated,

if I open my lips, I shall be strangulated,

the space for which I strive to occupy,

A day will come when it will be vacated,

The buoyant sea, calls upon me,

I can’t help it,  I feel  abated,

The words that give suffocation a vent,

though it may make me to suffer a dent,

weather beware me of storm,

It asks to give up any idea  for dips,

Big billows are ready to drown me,

I didn’t care and raised my voice,

Not only once, but twice and thrice,

I challenged the tyranny and its order,

That  threatened me to crush to powder,

It encouraged me to gather my power,

So at last, I fought against that order,

I raised my voice against the tyranny,

I made a twist with my destiny,

If I win, I shall be a conqueror,

I may be honoured as an emperor,

What though if I may loose the battle,

I shall be known for what I did settle,

My voice shall go up above in the sky,

The people will adore me for what did I try.