Known to them was that revolution has sharp thorns

Being adventuresomeness, carried it on their shoulders

Sacrificial blood would also had passed by their eyes

But hope of emerging flower after revolution kept them alive


Their nights in battle fields never let them to sleep

With a dream of revolution in their luminous eyes

Forgetful of their pain, kept surviving with deep motivation

Having the power in them to turn tears into pearls


Every drop of their blood has made the land fertile

For those to come, building walls of legacy on them

Sacrifice was something they understood with true meaning

Kept doing all their lives for protecting those buds to come


Smelling a scent of their blood, filled with spiritual passion

Breaking the shackles that kept my heart tied so long

Their utmost struggle is the drive for our struggle

God has kept rising the tyrants only for their great falls

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