Until they tie my arms and cut my legs
Until there is a drop of blood in my veins
Until I have not given my absolute best.
Until my spirit is broken and my mind chained
Until my back is crushed and my soul pained
Until the sun stops burning
and with it, stops burning the fire inside
Until my feet start bleeding
and not even then, from the thorns in my side
Until my maker comes to meet me
and tells me "Enough"
Until my hands get blisters
from the rope which, for others, was so rough
Until they take back the verdict which they gave
Until the seas clear and the mountains cave
Until a bolt from the skies strikes me dead
Until there is a gorge behind and a wall ahead
Until I have achieved pure joy and absolute victory
Until there is nothing more to claim , not even more glory
Until the bell tolls for me and my time is up
I am not going to give up
: Vishal Anand
(This post is dedicated to Malala Yousafzai ,a school girl activist in Pakistan ,who was shot at by Taliban for promoting education for girls in the country.)
