The True martyrs
You might have emptied unfathomable barrels of blood from your body for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the richness of this gigantic world; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who unflinchingly dare to shed even a single droplet of their inconspicuous blood; for the sake of their majestically sacrosanct motherland.
You might have unsparingly thrashed all bones of your body to pulverized curry for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the entire wisdom of
this exotic earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who lend even a diminutive iota of their altruistic shoulder; to alleviate their priceless motherland; from the clutches of bizarrely barbaric captivity.
You might have ruthlessly exploded even the last trace of your voice for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all fascinating enchantment of
this ever-pervading Universe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who blazingly utter even a single word; to defend their gloriously royal motherland; against salaciously acrimonious traitors.
You might have lecherously maimed both your hand and feet for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the Omnipotent power to conquer the
entire planet; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who intrepidly take even a single step forward; to relinquish the last iota of life; for blissfully preserving their; fabulously indomitable motherland.
You might have vindictively burnt both your eyes for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the spell binding power to maneuver the destinies
of all on this fathomless earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who fearlessly protect even a single fraction of soil; for regally immortalizing their; beautifully divine motherland.
You might have treacherously sliced the entire network of your intestines for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the voluptuous charisma of the boundless globe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who smilingly bear even the most lethal wounds on their chest; perpetually ensuring that no power on this Universe could ever; invidiously intrude upon their blessed motherland.
You might have venomously poisoned your entire brain for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you all the invincibly glittering success of the
unsurpassable earth; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who patriotically sacrifice even an infinitesimal portion of their memory; evolving the most ingenious of ideas; to wholesomely bereft their compassionate motherland; from the ignominy of extinction.
You might have ominously exonerated the entire air from your nostrils for your ownself; praying to Lord Almighty; to grant you all lives on this colossal planet and that too for infinite more births to yet unveil; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who uninhibitedly diffuse even a single breath of theirs; to spawn a civilization of perennial newness; on every cranny of their bountifully resplendent motherland.
And you might have tyrannically extricated every iota of caring from your heart for your ownself; praying to the Lord Almighty; to grant you the happiness of all
on this unending globe; in return instead,
But the true martyrs are those who selflessly donate a single beat of their love; for embellishing every quarter of their heavenly motherland; with the spirit of timelessly proliferating existence.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 14, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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