A youth,well built and a handsom boy,
Sacrificed himself for islam with joy.
Sun that shines in the dark,
shines dark leaving no mark.
For kashmir he was cream,
Liberty and freedom was his dream.
The blood he gave fertilized the land,
The yeild produced at harvest is grand.
Though he belonged to a family of little fame,
He made himself the winner of a great game.
7th Mrach,91 is the day he flew like the eagles do,
Leaving great ideas for us to do.
Sacrificed himself for islam with joy.
Sun that shines in the dark,
shines dark leaving no mark.
For kashmir he was cream,
Liberty and freedom was his dream.
The blood he gave fertilized the land,
The yeild produced at harvest is grand.
Though he belonged to a family of little fame,
He made himself the winner of a great game.
7th Mrach,91 is the day he flew like the eagles do,
Leaving great ideas for us to do.
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