By JH Sayyar
O bold nation stirred beneath a blazing sun,
With banners high and hearts will not yield,
A million voices rise, yet all speak as one—
To break the chains and storm the tyrant’s field
From the village path to crowded city lane,
They march with fire that fear cannot displace,
Their voices echo loud like battle’s rain,
Demanding justice, truth, and Khan’s embrace
No bars can cage the people's living flame,
No silence hushes the thunder of their plea;
For though the tyrants twist the law and name,
The soul of freedom longs to breathe and be.
So, March they shall—till dawn breaks iron night,
And brings their Captive Leader back to sun light
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