For the flag of our flayed, not flawed, Nation is the cruel jewel of a Light relentlessly unkind
What is in us of dirt or the Daev-il, alone, kindles Separation's Fire-Sacrifice of the Mind
& as is the death of a lonely child, to a destitute mother, such relief
Know, Nund, Love as Second Creation, NOW, in the Eternity of Grief.
Envoi-
Prince! Jawaharlal! Mesmerised by a Mahatma or a Marx of but 'kateef-e-zulmani'
Yours the zulmat of the Aalim 'Intellect' occulting all 'lateef-e-noorani'!
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