The Wind of Change

By S.M.A. Faiz*

He held to the blowing of the wind of change
Not giving heed to the extreme hornets' nest
And while rifles aimed at point-blank range,
With a leap of faith
Till his death,
He was taking the bullets with widened chest.

And if ever I get rid of the ensuing grief
That would be truly beggars belief.

He is a glorious emblem of untold courage
That has not only made him bold and great
But also put us, young and sage, on the same page,
Where with a true grit
We would stand for merit,
In the path of a future state.

And holding to the wind of change that woke up all
Abu Sayed made us feel ten-feet tall.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.