SONNET 713
By JH Sayyar
A lion bold, from valleys green he came,
With justice flamed within his fervent eyes,
He rose through storms to earn a hero’s name,
And woke a nation with his truth-born cries
On fields he danced where willow kissed the sky,
The world beheld his power, grace, and might—
Yet grander still, his dreams soared far more high,
T lift his land from long-entrenched blight
He spoke of change where silence long had grown,
Of youth, of hope, of honor’s sacred flame
Though paths grew dark, he stood firm and alone,
Unbought by gold, unshaken by their shame
So write his name where fearless hearts have shone
For in his fight, the soul of Pakistan is known.
With justice flamed within his fervent eyes,
He rose through storms to earn a hero’s name,
And woke a nation with his truth-born cries
On fields he danced where willow kissed the sky,
The world beheld his power, grace, and might—
Yet grander still, his dreams soared far more high,
T lift his land from long-entrenched blight
He spoke of change where silence long had grown,
Of youth, of hope, of honor’s sacred flame
Though paths grew dark, he stood firm and alone,
Unbought by gold, unshaken by their shame
So write his name where fearless hearts have shone
For in his fight, the soul of Pakistan is known.
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