Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

Rookie (03/03/1934 / Near Masjid Amin Saheb, Lal Bagh, Moradabad, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Martyrs - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

You should not think the martyrs die;
They do not die; in fact they lie
Under the earth with perfect calm;
Blessings of men to them are balm.

With God they become intimate,
As they did not shirk to combat
The forces which defy the right;
In result, Darkness yields to Light.

They were just to Just, true to true;
Hypocrisy they did not do;
For worldly prize they did not care;
In the Hereafter, life they share.

This world was a shadow of them;
Truth they loved, untruth did condemn.
Through the gate of death they enter
The other world which is better.

You should not think the martyrs die;
Angels to them their food supply.
They gladly blessed the *crusaders.
And cursed the tyrant invaders.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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