I
Can breathe
Can feel, life you live
Can be soft, as a baby
Can dream; a whole day-dreaming
Can die for; for the sake of my country
Can pray, to god only who never listen to kill me
Can feel, sorrow only; happiness ended the day came this brothel
Can sing, for them, only the words of lust
Can live; with this rotten body
Can lie, each time last time
Can smile, to hide
I
Can’t beloved
Can’t feel the warmth of a hug
Can’t pray to Almighty whenever I want
Can’t be a wife, but a mother of those who died before birth
Can’t believe, I'm anymore a human like you, they killed my soul
Can’t say anyone, ‘love you’ but have to make love
Can’t tolerate, their love anymore
Can’t dream, to survive
Can’t live, as you do
Can’t die

— Fakhrul Aman Foysal