By JH Sayyar
Upon the road where hopes lit the skies,
A lion walked, his dream for all to share;
Yet treachery in cloak, with serpent eyes,
Crept forth to strike, spill the heart laid bare.
The wind grew still, as if the heavens knew,
Freedom’s torch was trembling in the night;
One shot of fate the crimson dust did strew,
Choked the song that called the world to light
But blood can seed; the earth with bolder truth,
And martyrdom can flame a nation’s soul;
The dream denied becomes the dream of youth,
Chains shall break when hearts refuse control.
Though murder’s hand may fell the mortal frame,
His name shall burn—a deathless, living flame.
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