DESTINY

In the whites of his eyes, a transformation's birthed,
As they morph and flow, like art on canvas, they're girthed.
With bullets in hand, he challenges the cruel planes,
Extracting the tusks of death, its dreadful reins.

With bullets, he shatters the siege's confining walls,
And crumbles the globe's selfishness as it falls.
With bullets and blood, a homeland he forges true,
An endless coastline, dreams anew, to pursue.

In the wake of his might, memories gently rest,
As he paints a world where freedom is blessed.
With courage and resolve, his vision takes its stand,
A testament to the power in a just, willing hand.

Imran Nazeer
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