by Al Sindhi (March 2026)
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Ancient soil that never once knelt to a cult,
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With children, rising up like flaming fire,
An awakening, blooming like grass in rain,
Refuted cults, fading from this land,
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A song of revolt, shakes the tyrants,
Gallantry of the young, tearing the cult apart,
An injustice dissolved, as mist in the sun,
Invaders immured, to warn the rest,
No one will be spared on this land,
Serpents of dogmas, crushed in the sand,
The brave hold, lethal instruments to strike,
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Mirage creators, being washed away,
Unbending clerics, being hewn as wheat,
Law of our ancestors, taken its course,
All ancestors, calling for the rebellion,
Homeland reclaimed, as land from the sea,
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Identity is the blood, bone and breath,
No hand can erase the words on stones,
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Sun casts new rays over reclaimed land,
In the battle ground, the brave won the war,
Now fear of the Junta, no longer felt,
Days of Mullahs, subsided into silence,
Her warriors sons, guarding the motherland.
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Al Sindhi (pseudonym) is from Karachi, Sindh, Pakistan. He has written many articles and features in different English, Sindhi and Urdu newspapers and sites in Pakistan and India. His pieces focus on art, culture, literature, religious-harmony and politics.
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