In the silence of the cosmos, silent sparks burn,
Behind sorrow, a wondrous morning of rebirth is built,
Opening the heated gates of grief, monsoon dewdrops fall,
At the core of crisis and exploitation lies an ineffable longing,
The heart, wrapped in the dark blue veil of pain, receives the call of liberation.

A pain-lit heart touches the silent cry of the oppressed with its fierce burn,
In the depth of solitary deprivation, the flame of empathy blazes,
Clinging to the light, it seeks the gentle touch of a final refuge a breath of peace,
In the language of tears, innocent dreams bloom, the burning agony seeks freedom beyond resistance,
On the lines of oppression in the terrifying fire-bath of darkness, a stage of truth rises.

Blood-tears fall, in the soul’s fire-bath is born stainless humanity,
In the burn of empathy in the flame of vows the wounded spirit continues to feel,
From the experience of unwavering strength, the freedom of equality is born,
The disregarded liberation hidden in scars expands into the great ocean,
Infinite hope rises again silence floats away in the tidal light of new emergence.

Like wide rivers, the words of pain rise like stones,
Flowing deep in time an indomitable voice rises from the helpless throat,
Piercing the darkness of sin, the guide of truth stands an untarnished radiance amidst crisis,
In the cry of a hungry child, the wounds of history humanity dreams of justice,
The voice of the oppressed becomes a crimson outcry of sorrowful protest.

A new morning built in the fire of empathy awakens eternal belief,
Across the fields spreads a fragrant wind, the voice of the oppressed echoes across the horizon,
In veins of blood, on the pages of the heart undying, it lights an eternal flame,
In the field of sorrow, crushing the nightmares, the seed of new life is sown,
Struggles blend and merge, the image of new hope builds the eternal humanity.

In the abyss of centuries, imprints of blood lie submerged,
History is scarred in the veins of shackled dreams,
Burning disgrace under the rule of darkness—
The alphabet weeps, silenced echoes drift away,
Awakening on the pages of manuscripts—Freedom.

Chains are torn apart, awakening the fiery baptism of resolve,
Piercing through the veins of night, a revolutionary dawn blooms,
On the gray frontiers—where blood dries,
In the murmur of memories, a wild flame ignites,
Resonating—Freedom.

Through the ruins of destruction, the tower of victory rises,
On the scorched land, the mantra of rebirth is sown,
The lamp of truth burns, bathed in blood-stained white,
After the blaze, its heat spreads among the stars,
From the heap of corpses is born—Freedom.

The tattered curtain of oppression burns in the flames,
The toxic citadel of tyranny crumbles into dust,
Piercing the chest of emptiness, the radiance of rebellion blooms,
In the veins of the earth flows an indestructible storm of resolve,
The pure, luminous mark is—Freedom.

The warmth of the soul is not merely the glow of the sun,
It is an immortal legacy forged in the glory of sacrifice,
On the meteors of time is written the defeat of servitude,
Roots of resistance embed deep, nurturing new dreams,
The light of freedom—eternal, unyielding!
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In the weave of human rights awakens an unbroken sense of entitlement,
Peace, equality—eternal truths stored deep within the soul,
Fair place, dignity, security—birthright, recognition of existence,
Fearless dreams, no pain of hunger, no victim of injustice,
In the deep currents of humanity, unwavering commitment, fearless existence.

Rights are not mere words; they are desires, eternal longing,
A mind dedicated to equality, every voice is equal,
Seeking survival in the darkness of oppression, consciousness bathed in sunlight,
A dream of an enlightened society where the shadow of tyranny does not fall,
An unbreakable bridge built for people, aiding one another.

In the tidal waves of life, the roar of equality flows, the song of freedom,
A society without exploitation, humiliation, or demands for tolerance,
Freedom is not just a word but the abundance of the heart,
Steps toward safeguarding rights, humanity remains awake,
In search of free air, society moves in an eternal rhythm of peace.

The pages of human rights, chapters written with the plea of the heart,
A deep endeavor to spread light into the corners of society,
A compassionate heart for the oppressed, a humane refuge,
Needs, hopes, aspirations—constructed universal equal rights,
Breaking the barriers of inhumanity, unwavering human solidarity in establishing truth.

To protect eternal human rights, the spirit of the soul rises,
Equal dignity in society—this is the unshakable truth,
Freedom, the opportunity to express independent opinions—an inseparable part,
Embracing the consciousness of equality once again,
The purest voice of human rights reaches every soul.

I have engraved letters of oath upon the boundaries of emptiness,
Resonating the endless proclamation of love in invisible ink.
I have inscribed love deep within the heart— painted in the air,
Words are born, uttered within the sphere of vows,
The pages of love breathe— an eternal language.

In silence, oaths are born in love’s darkness,
A vow of devotion to love— without words.
In the veins of existence, the oath flows like coursing blood,
The form of love echoes amidst the ruins,
In the abyss of time, awakens— the spoken god of love.

A spontaneous stream of love, luminous in the stillness of the night,
This vow inscribed upon the chest of silence— deeper than fire.
Endless is the wait, in the womb of emptiness is born an epic,
An invisible radiance, the ashes of destruction heaped in time’s womb,
Letters of promise— the grammar of love is never dead.

In the exiled frontier, loneliness burns like the dark Palash flower,
I have written the unwritten grievance, ignited rebellion in the flames of blood.
The secret language of eternal love spreads across the world,
Love transcends into new light— in the depths of the vow,
The words of the vow— eternally flow in the stream of tears.

At the abyss of the stairway of truth, the final kneeling prayer,
Death, time, or suffering— an unparalleled light rises,
In the solitary script of the wind, an oath— love’s ultimate sacrifice,
A floating, silent promise, surviving through a kiss,
Eternal love— carries an indestructible vow in the void.

The scars carved in the ribs of time,
Dripping like drops of blood into the veins of history,
Every breath poisoned by the sting of betrayal,
A distant lamp of the purest hope
Burns with an eternal radiance, piercing the darkness.

All resolutions hindered along the simple line of existence,
Deep sorrow embraces in the silence of words,
Within a moment resides a forgotten flame,
Burning like fire, a supreme turmoil in the sky of purity,
With every breath, every sigh, the final call of purity resounds.

Through the emptiness of the new moon’s depths of all consciousness float,
The erosion of time masks the pledge of inner integrity,
Truth is silently buried beneath layers of alluvial soil,
The moment turns into a state of deep emptiness,
The call for purity rises from the depths of the abyss.

Homes weeping in history—lands of war,
Humanity’s shell torn apart, the temple of the soul shattered,
Restlessness awakens in the shallow depths—wounds of time,
Beyond the boundaries of the world, the embryo of eternal truth
Answers the merciless call of purity, where the remedy of perpetual peace resides.

The fragrant roots of creation are woven in the flowing stream,
The glimmer of epic poetry awakens in the murmuring rhythm,
The body of a dead seed awakens at the touch of water,
Immense beauty blooms in the pulse of life,
Eternal creation is stored in the womb of nature.

A timeless scripture is written in the symphony of waves,
The magic of words blends with the murmuring of water in a celestial melody.
The tireless flow reveals a wonderful scenery,
The beauty of the beautiful garden is found in the circle of creation.
In the cycle of creation, the beauty of a divine garden is found.

The golden poetry of the grain awakens with the touch of Shravan,
The rhythm of the new awakening rises in the waves of the soul,
The memory of teardrops floats in the light,
The wonderful dance of light floats in the chest of darkness,
Effortlessly, creation discovers its own grandeur.

Amidst the turbulent current, the forebodings of destruction meet,
The geometry of light plays on the waterline, the eternal seeds,
The scent of existence spreads deep in the soil,
Throughout the darkness, the joyful fragrance floats in the spring breeze,
The eternal poetry of light shines in the garden of paradise.

Unspoken blood in the veins of silence,
The infinite formless reflection of words on the walls of time,
The mute blows of past sorrows,
The invisible call hidden behind the scenes,
A silent scream echoing in the abyss of existence.

Nature stands wordless under the rule of an indifferent wind,
The weight of questions turns to stone in the depths of silence,
Every utterance is nothing but a soulless echo,
Forgotten inner voices dissolve into speechless narratives,
Emptiness sings the song of a futile wait.

Thoughts become corpses bound in the chains of time,
Sleepless dreams weep within restless souls,
Questions lie face down in the dry silt,
There are no answers, nor any protest,
Only an echoing silent scream!

One day, the world will hear the scream of silence,
Blood-tinted light will flow through the veins of the horizon,
From the cracks of stillness, a new language will be born,
A language where words are free, where questions take form,
The silent scream will take the form of a roar of echoes!