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Every flower wakes up daily

With the hush of the morning breeze

Every dewdrop that glistens on petals

Inside it some hope does freeze.

I look up at the canopy above

Turning from black to blue

And then I pray to my God

To make my every dream come true.

The dreams I have for my homeland

And a desire to see it great

May not wither like the dewdrop

That shines on the flowers' plate.

The day is hot and humid

And I am lying wounded and helpless

At least I can pass my moments

In easing my heart's distress.

A lot of blood has been spilled

To carve out this land of mine

Many have lost their loved ones

And many for many still pine.

O my Lord God Almighty,

Let not the barbaric feudal

Class not loot and plunder

The essence of my nation

And the vision of Jinnah's* splendour.

If I could I would rise and bring down

These ruling criminal class

That fools the masses saying

We are loyal to the "crown".

Just send on David* or Moses*

Or even a Samson* would do

Or send the liberating  Al Mahdi*

The last hope of those 'true'.