Holding close to the faith
I still find my self drifting
I want to listen but I cant hear his words
The noise is too loud
How can a nation full of luck
Ignore the blessings of God?
He gave us Iqbal
The man of wise words
Yet we look beyond borders for answers
We have the answer
The chaos we dwell in
Has solutions in Iqbal’s words
Words those gave us Pakistan
This noise will then go away
I ask “Who am I?”
He tells me to look inside myself
A belief of self-belief
What more do we need?
If every Pakistani is a shining star
Then we live in halo of galaxies and heavenly bodies
Why don’t we believe in the self?
When Iqbal believed in us
The thinker
Who though of Pakistan
The lover
The lover of Allah
The believer
In the youth of this nation
The man
Born so close, sadly seems so far
Pakistan Zindabad
- Zareen Zubair
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Brilliant Zareen. I loved the entire poem especially the ending….Keep writing and keep inspiring.
I wish you win the competition