Night's silence falls, stars hide away,
Imran Khan, unjustly, in captive plight,
A nation's soul aches, lost in the night,
World powers hushed, hearts heavy with woe,
In somber reflection, truth's light yet to show.
A C class death cell, where lights grow dim,
Open toilet, a mark of inhumanity's reign,
Yet world powers falter, their empathy wanes.
Leaders of nations, voices that matter,
Why do you let this injustice scatter?
Imran Khan, a symbol of courage and grace,
Trapped in a cell, his dreams to erase.
The open toilet, a degrading plight,
A symbol of oppression, of endless night,
Yet on the global stage, a silence profound,
As world powers falter, their conscience unwound.
Is this the world we dare to envision?
Where rights and compassion find no provision,
Imran Khan's ordeal, a glaring disgrace,
World powers asleep, turning away their face.
Let us raise our voices, in unison strong,
For justice and humanity, we must prolong,
No more silent whispers, let truth resound,
Imran Khan's plight, by our voices.
World powers, awaken, let justice be done,
Inhuman treatment of one affects everyone,
For in unity's embrace, we hold the key,
To free the silenced voices, to set hearts free.
Emerges a beacon, an unerring light.
A conflux of liberty, resolute and sublime,
Defiant against chains, a melody of rhyme.
Imran Khan, a paragon of the nation's embrace,
Against oppression's onslaught, held his place.
A herald of hope, Haqeeqi Azadi's call,
His voice, a crescendo, dismantling each wall.
Within death's cold cell, his spirit ascends,
A testimony to grace that transcends.
Ideas, akin to winged creatures, they roam,
Unrestrained, unshackled, finding their home.
Though tyrants may strive, their iron hands clenched,
To mute voices audacious, freedom entrenched,
Haqeeqi Azadi's essence, akin to a river's pure flow,
Through hearts, through minds, an eternal glow.
No bastion can imprison dreams unconfined,
No fetters can stifle fire's design,
For notions unbound, once granted their flight,
Shatter the shadows, bestowing insight.
Let the globe bear witness, let annals proclaim,
That Haqeeqi Azadi, a perennial flame,
Possesses a vigour, a tenacity to persist,
In humanity's heart, unwaveringly exist.
Imprisoned, yet free, Imran Khan resides,
His spirit unyielding, where hope abides,
United, courageous, we stand side by side,
Haqeeqi Azadi's blaze in our hearts shall abide.
Human Rights Hypocrisy
In lands both near and far, we see,
The double standards, hypocrisy,
World powers speak of justice's call,
Yet blind to tears where shadows fall.
North Korea's iron grip they decry,
In Iran, freedoms can't touch the sky,
Ukraine's struggles in headlines glare,
But Pakistan's pain, they choose to spare.
In the Middle East, the turmoil rages,
While in our land, a silenced stage,
Human rights, a universal plea,
Yet selective empathy we see.
Leaders gather, discussions sway,
About violations in the light of day,
But when the night veils Pakistan's cries,
The world turns deaf, truth in disguise.
Why do we judge with different eyes,
Hold some in grace, let others agonize?
Is it power that dictates who we save,
Or should compassion be what we crave?
Let us rise against this stark divide,
For human rights, let's stand beside,
In every corner, darkness fights,
A battle to uncover truth's own rights.
No more the world can turn away,
From Pakistan's plea, from night to day,
In unity, let's shatter this wall,
Human rights upheld for one and all.
When an Israeli woman expressed support for PTI and stated that a wrong is being done to a party in Pakistan, she already knew what religious people refer to Imran Khan as. They term him as an agent of Israel. Nowadays, this logic is prevalent in Pakistan, as religious individuals are using it everywhere. Israel has also defended him.
پرواز آزاد لوگوں کی ہے، غلاموں کی کوئی زندگی نہیں ہے۔ اقبال کا شاہین صرف آزاد ہو کر اوپر جا سکتا ہے
