Winds blowing from ecstasy,
Songs of the nightingales,
Beckons of the seas,
Pinnacles of the glaciers,
Burnish of the sun,
Coolness of the moon,
Murmurs of the bees,
Cologne of the roses,
After all, hymns for democracy,
All’s under the same trend,
A same spectacle,
To all eyes,
Open or close,
From the affluent one to the filthiest,
From the very important one to a layman,
The sizzling deserts of Africa,
The frost of Antarctica,
The slogan of equality,
Justice and egalitarianism,
Life’s to call out every time,
Long Live Benazirism…
My flag,
Dyed green, red, black,
It’s a crest of people’s power,
Of those, who didn’t rest,
Seeing situations hard-hitting,
Didn’t ever give up,
Though, moments were exasperating,
Anxiety and depression,
Covering the perspective of life,
The flag bearers of Pakistan Peoples Party,
Who lost their lives,
Spent years in prison,
But never gave up their identity…
A figure,
That’s a quintessence of bravery,
Heroism and valor,
Representing every class of people….
Every movement for the cause of democracy….
From the inauguration to perpetuity,
It’s all, but an immortal legacy,
So deeply wounded hearts,
Lives stained with blood,
Blood, that’s apparent on the green,
Even in the firmament…
Long Live Pakistan Peoples Party.
Forever Last Bhutto-ism!
Regards,
Saria Benazir.
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