Last Chosen by You کے بول

Tried to live under the cloth like freak And breathe the threads of costly silk and precious gems My pale skin untouched by sunlight beams Is weary of your hands and your seraglio’s lamps I tear the veil upon my flesh Disrupting upper hand I could not be your friend Bending knees as slave Calling you my Bahadir For the final time Did you think of your end-point When choosing me to satisfy? Out of time to press alarm call bell Your hands are both cut off and bleeding crimson rain Scream is dumb from your demanding mouth Cross gag made of my burqa, do you like its taste? Sanctity is nothing against freedom I would die by hunger but escape Let’s rejoice my birth, my lively morphing Sing with me and play my wicked game I tear the veil upon my flesh Disrupting upper hand I could not be your friend Bending knees as slave Calling you my Bahadir For the final time Did you think of your end-point When choosing me to satisfy?