“You are
voicing my sentiments and the sentiments of millions of Muslims when you say
that Pakistan should be based on peer foundations of social justice and
Islamic…. Islamic Socialism… Not other ism.
Let us
now plan and reconstruct and regenerate our great nation. Now is the time,
chance and opportunity foe every Muslim to make his or her fullest and best
contribution and make the greatest sacrifice and work ceaselessly and
selflessly in the service of our nation and make Pakistan one of the greatest
nations of the world. Pakistan is now fate accompli and it can never be
undone!”___ said by the father of the nation Quaid e Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah.
From the very first lines we’ve come to know that there is only one strong ism
and that is Islamic socialism. Pakistan should be based upon. But regrettably,
I’ve to say that we’ve buried our Infrastructure and now we are doing the
worship of various isms. Under the mud of these cults we’ve soiled our selves.
“Jiyalay”
the activist left utterly oblivious in the wretched world of politicians. When
they are living than their cruel lords ask them to resign themselves to them
and to their heir name. Meanwhile, those political players sing jingle of
“jiyala jiyala” for them just to grasp their innocence fidelity. But when these
lion-hearted activists immolate their lives by giving loyalty offer to their
Pharaoh like masters. Through only hollow diction of empathy they get nothing.
No one come even to put wreath on their graves. And even names are disregarded.
They’ve transformed into those futile books that___ in a time, are taken to
drift knowledge. Hereafter, when they are deprived from their validity either
they are abandoned or cast them aside in a deserted desolate room. I wish you
only named that precious life to a notion. I wish, you only chanted the slogan
of your country. I wish the flower essence for your grave and the elegance of
your native soil from your own. I wish, you were not an activist of any
political party but the venturesome of the country.
Oh! My paranoid
compatriot,
Your
innocence is stainless.
And I’m
bound to be perturbed.
As, I am
startle because I know that you’ll never hang on my words.
You’ll
condemn me and then you’ll curse me,
But never
be cognizant of my fidelity enchantments.
My cause
of pride,
My
Activist!..........
Do not
prostrate those traitors. They want egg in their beer.
First you
are capitalized and then exhaust.
My
wounded tiger,
My
Activist!.........
Those
traitors never had been your real masters.
Every dog
has its day but you? ___ You are the congenital diamond.
There is
a leader inside you.
LET HIM
COME OUT!! LET HIM COME OUT!!
My
country’s Patron,
My
Activist!.........
My
discourse may antagonize you and you may get my rebel.
But I’ll
still persist to modify your fate.
Be loyal,
But for the country.
Sacrifice
your life, but for your motherland.
Be
activist, But of your people.
My
gallant undaunted,
My
Activist!...........
This
system is malady.
A
malady ___ in which an activist and all hi s future generations are scapegoat
of traitor masters.
Though
only you can cure this malady.
Just come
out from this loop.
You are
bright eyed and bushy tailed.
Do not
make your progeny one’s slave.
Your
potential is raring to go!
My king
with bated breath,
My
Activist!.........
By
degrees your enslavement can grow into monarchy.
Only then
you’ll firm to change your destiny.
You are
the hope of all sensitivities.
My solid
obligor,
My
Activist!.........
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