By Athar Mudasir
The night is better than thousand nights
The night is bestowed with mercy and tranquillity
The night is hope of forgiveness and mercy
The night is gathering of millions,
Holding their prays and uttering praises
In the utmost dark of land the kindle of light sprinkle over the valley and hearts of faithful.
Thousands of masses gather to summons their own pride and surrender.
The night was laid to besiege by the transgression of collaborators, filled with dark inside.
Crunching the breath with chains of hegemony and pride, slitting the rope of modesty and hope.
How long will the conceited python last.
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