The curtain rises, anticipation high, As we embark on this theatrical sky. A tale to tell, with passion we explore, Each scene, each line, a chance to touch the core.

A burning desire, that no words can render. For love, like a mirage, eludes my grasp, And in its absence, my ❤️ feels the clasp. I wander through deserts of loveless days, Hoping to stumble upon love’

Raise your voice, let it soar through the air, Making it clear that you will not bear The weight of injustice, the depths of despair, Break free from the shackles that none should wear.

نظم گیٖرۍ بچَن مُشکہٕ پھتؠن مٲرۍمنٛزٕ پرٛوَن زَن مَن لۄژرِتھ تہٕ ہابلیٖس دپاں کَوٕ زَنمَس آیوس ادٕ پٲنۍپانَس فردَس فردَس جَمٕعہَس کرمَس ! جنَتھ کِنہٕ جہنم اٹَس؟ راضی طاہِر اکنگام اننت ناگ

In a world that oftentimes seems unkind, A call for compassion, we must all remind. If you witness someone being harassed, my friends, Do not stay silent, let's make amends.

To Delhi's court, he called Yusuf Chak, Seeking a resolution, no more to attack. But treachery lurked within his plan, To capture Kashmir in his command

In a world divided by lines and walls, Let our minds expand, as unity calls. Let's stop believing in superiority's sway, And embrace the notion of equality's ray. Let's stop believing in pride's cruel

نظم زانہِ خۄدا ! ہۄتھ قبیلَس کیٛاہ آسہِ ڈینٛشُن؟ دَپاں نجوٗمۍ چھُ درمَن ڈیوٗنٛٹھمُت کۄکول کۄچھِ کٲنٛز وُزاں ٗ ژلٕوٕنۍ ژؠتَس ژینُن ژؠترُن زَن نٲگۍرایَس گنہِ گنہِ سۄمبراں وردار قُلفَن ٲدِکؠن خابَن شِشتٕ

The curtain rises, anticipation high, As we embark on this theatrical sky. A tale to tell, with passion we explore, Each scene, each line, a chance to touch the core.