By Asma Firdous
Here, my heart!
I open these rusty locks!
The keys been sweating
My shivering hands!
Now beat!
The Notes you long
To create.
The songs you yearn
To hear!
Here, My heart
I bring down these walls
Lay no maps
Take no vows
Now feel!
As hard as you could!
Beat!
As loud as you can!
Asma Firdous is a Literature student
