The Message of Iqbal

In the heart of the East, a poet did rise,

With words that soared 'neath vast azure skies.

Iqbal, his name, a beacon of light,

Guiding souls through the darkest of nights.

From the plains of Punjab to the streets of Lahore,

His verses echoed wisdom, forevermore.

A sage of the soul, a bard of the free,

His poetry stirred hearts, from sea to sea.

With pen as his sword, he fought for the truth,

Unveiling the secrets of age-old youth.

"Arise, O' Muslim!" his fervent call,

To reclaim the glory, lest we fall.

In the garden of thought, he planted seeds,

Of courage, resilience, and noble deeds.

Each stanza a flower, fragrant and bold,

In the tapestry of time, his legacy told.

"Khudi" he proclaimed, the self's true worth,

A treasure within, of infinite girth.

Through struggle and strife, we find our way,

To the dawn of freedom, where dreams hold sway.

Oh, Iqbal! Your words like rivers flow,

Through valleys of despair, where hope may grow.

In the melody of your verse, we find solace,

A timeless hymn of love, beyond all malice.

So let us heed the message you impart,

To listen to the whispers of the heart.

For in the depths of our being, we find,

The essence of life, forever entwined.

In the realm of poetry, you reign supreme,

A visionary, a poet, a timeless dream.

Your words still echo, across the ages,

Inspiring humanity's noblest pages.

Oh, Iqbal! Your spirit forever alive,

In every verse, in every strive.

Your legacy endures, a guiding light,

Illuminating the path, through day and night.