Shahid-E-Azam
Shahid-E-Azam
I stare at the sky
I stare at the ocean
The stars I stare
Are dim without motion
I stare those pigeons
That make love
The roses I stare
Are drowned in devotion
The grass is still green
And so is the water
The soil has the scent
Of the unmarried daughters
And the stout sons
Who wished to die for the land
And took the last breath
With pride holding the hand
Of death that showered no mercy.
It was a century ago
When The bullet was naive
And so was the crowd
The lord entered with the men
No men out was allowed
The day rained
with the water of the red
And the night dozed
On the thorned bed
The women were crushed
And so were the innocents
No kindness behoved
Killed were the dissidents
Speaks the shallow breeze
The words of martyrs
Blows with it the hollowness
Of the cramped abrasion
Of the day of festive
Hymns are sung of those who died
The sky witnessed,
The mother earth cried
The colour of the nation
The saffron denied
To step back
To hold in
To breathe the air all within
A voice ushered a million voice
A voice stood to crawl a noise
A noise in the heart of the man
Who was in the making
The twelve-year naive
With the oath-taking
To quell the feet of the alien rule
To submerge and die
For the motherland too
To free the hearts and souls of steel
To give his brothers a moral upheave
His arms spoke valour and held the bravery
His words did deeds to set all free
And before he could
his soul was arrested
Taken by heaven
For he was protested
On this ground that sheds blood
A land of reapers with malefic flood
And he shall not be resting there
The man in Neverland be fighting where
The horses crumble and cows toe
The birds sing and the seeds sow
His veins had an upsurging dwell
Shahid-e-Azam,
A name to tell
A name to tell.