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Think on These lines
ان نرم بچھونوں سے خدا مجھ کو بچائے سو جائے کوئي ان پہ تو پھر اٹھ نہيں سکتا from Allama Iqbals Poem 'Aik Makra or Makhi
In Freedom there is Fear
In Freedom There is Fear When close and dear one, is no more, In Freedom there is Blood When All you made in life Is washed away in flood In freedom there is sacrifice When all you claim and own Is taken away without a price; In freedom there is Liberty For many just a statue All fights, no rights, nor equality In Freedom there are letters promises and false hopes as soon you are in iron fetters; In Freedom I was born I never saw my land I long for its beauty In dewdrops shining In the morn In Freedom there is a gift treasure not and you find it floating by and adrift; In Freedom there is love peace and harmony Hold it strong with the rope above;