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
