By JH Sayyar
Though tempests rise and tyrants draw their line,
And shadows fall where once the sun stood high,
He walks alone beneath the cruel fate’s design,
With fire unquenched and purpose in his eye.
Not bars of steel nor storms of slandered name
Could bend the spine that once the world defied;
Through cricket’s field or halls of nation’s flame,
His steadfast heart has never turned nor died.
For power fades and thrones to dust return,
But dreams once sown in truth shall never fade
The torch he bears through trials fierce shall burn,
A beacon where the brave and just have stayed.
Though foes may scheme and fortune rise and fall,
So his will, unconquered, still outshines them all.
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