COLORS OF FREEDOM

— A Tribute to Pakistan and Its Founders —

Beneath the crescent and the star so high,

Lies a land where eagles soar and dreams can fly.

Born of prayers, of blood, of sacred flame,

Pakistan rose with a glorious name.

In August's dawn, the green unfurled,

A home for Muslims in a divided world.

A land where faith and freedom blend,

Where struggles birthed a noble end.

O Quaid-e-Azam, with vision clear,

You stood for justice without fear.

With trembling hands and steely will,

You carved a nation from hope and skill.

With Liaquat, Iqbal, and voices bold,

You turned a dream into truth untold.

No throne you sought, no crown to wear,

But freedom’s light and a people’s care.

This soil, a fortress for every prayer,

Echoes the call of those who dare.

From Minar to the mountains high,

Faith, unity, and discipline still amplify.

O Muslim world, in us behold—

A flame from the past, ever bold.

For when we rise, the ummah sees,

That peace and pride can still find ease.

In every martyr’s silent cry,

In every child’s sparkling eye,

Lives the tale of struggle grand,

And blessings poured upon this land.

So let the skies resound with song,

For we have waited, we’ve stood strong.

And with full hearts, today we say,

Thank You, O Lord, for this gift, Pakistan, our way.