A Tribute to Afzal

 
Photo: Faisal Khan

He should be lurking there in shadow

As they had flogged him first

And then sent to gallows

For a crime of being an acolyte.

His audacity reflects bravery,

As He wandered first

Then surrendered

With a hope

Of justices and truth.

He was nearly dead with fatigue

Inside a dungeon cell for some years or ten.

They tried to bury his spirit

But failed to burn an idea

Which even after ashes

Bustle with tides of sea

Scud with the whirlwind of truth

And spread around.

His parable is known to all

But who had spoke about him?

Whosoever did

Were banished

Out,

With a tag of anti-national.

His idea is being elevated

And now he's a martyr.

He had never thought about it.

A mist descended on this land

And now

Everyone is crying,

Since he was sent to gallows.

Some of us rue

But the echoes are resonating around.

SHAHEEED KI JO MOUT HA WO QUOM KI HAYAT HA

 

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