For All Martyrs
One who has died for
his motherland,
Is suppose to live
zestly in Eden land,
For what he did and
finally got,
They are not dead,
alive at best a lot,
And to His
(Almighty) mercy and
beneficence,
Who has bestowed him
with this
magnificence,
And lo, at grave
what he still
yearns,
To go back and fight
again and again to
earn,
A splendid and
gorgeous wreath of
success,
For what he had done
and finally possess,
One who has died for
his country so,
It's become the
place of harmonious
grow,
Almighty endow this
particular status,
As Martyrdom is not
a wish of gratis,
Don’t call them gone
and dead,
They all are our
assets, who lead,
And defend this
country land to
best,
And face sprinkling
bullets at their
chest,
So shahid utter
utmost sighs and
suspiration,
For all martyrs, as
they are the source
of inspiration.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry | Year Posted 2013
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