He and Me
by Gulchehra Nurullaeva
He seeks submission, a person to obey,
Yet I crave courage in every day.
Gold, luxury, fame fill his grand scheme,
Yet I’m surprised, for those luxuries I deem
Good roads he seeks for his smooth drive,
While I wish for common folks to thrive.
Blocking freedom aligns with his might,
But liberty, for me, is the guiding light.
He and I, a stark contrast in sight,
We’re like day and night, in perpetual fight.
(Quick translation by A’zam Obid; refined by Chat)
