I have seen your dreams I know why you scream Why the city of your heart is so utterly desolate I see graves shimmering, with Mountains on fire, windows shuttered and empty picture frames Vendors of rain litter your streets, knocking down broken deodar doors Slogans smeared on your empty walls, promising that the revolution is in the air Boarded-up lanes guarded by strays Lead up to vacant homes, embers of lost stories keeping fire barely alive Even your distant skies, a screenshot of paisleys inlaid with grief are knotted into a prison made of shattered glass I have seen your dreams I know why you scream !!