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Compelled to elude,
to leave my bosom buddies,
to part my innate place,
to live like refugees.
Sahil, Aariz, Kabir,
had all they left.
Horrified sensation,
Terror surrounded my nation.
To where ? To whom?
All unknown.
Like a torrent they came,
weapons, armaments were all they wore.
Open firing, riots, is what they swore.
Allah ! Didn’t I have enough of courage,
to stay back,
to be tuned by them,
to be the trigger of their gun.
Not a coward was I,
monsters were those.
Women were sold,
For penny or gold.
E khuda
Baksh do in darindo ko,
Jinhone mujhse mera zameer cheena hai,
Meri zameen cheeni hai, mera jahan cheena hai.
Nor forgive, not forget,
Until young I grow.
Like a leader I promise,
to be back, I go.
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