Your one smile can blot out a moment of woe;
Your one cheer can lift a despairing soul;
A gleam of thee eyes can flare up the sky;
Your one laugh can conquer upon a gloom.
Your one lash can wake the dream;
Your one voice can wipe out silence;
Thee are the designers of your own Kismet;
Your one tramp can begin an unwavering journey.
Never let despair depart you from your path;
On the leaves of your trodden Chinar;
Thee have to write with the icher of your wilted blooms.
Ne’er let that undying blaze mortal within yourself;
For you have to mould your own Destiny;
Let your words change the world!
Your one vow can tweak our dole;
Your one “Nah” can thwart their plans;
Your one pledge can cease this bloodshed;
Your one word can reconcile the bliss of this Jannat.
All you need is to –
Ah ! The Youth of My Lost Paradise.
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