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Ghazal Style)
The graveyard lies in ruins, a city of silent stone,
Raise your voice—there’s only noise, shed tears—and poison’s thrown.
Everywhere is stillness spread, each heart is locked in pain,
For those who speak the truth aloud, only prison and wrath remain.
What kind of age has come to us, where breath is sold for gold?
Even life is traded here—what cruel era we behold!
The mosque doors too seem closed today, the market filled with fear,
Inside the human chest now rests a hollow, lifeless seal so clear.
If someone screams, the walls themselves devour the sound they make,
If someone weeps, the world just says: “It’s nothing—just a fake.”
Zaheer, उठा لے قلم کو, raise the flag of truth up high,
Within this night of tyranny, a hidden dawn still waits nearby.