In The Struggle's Shade

In Meadows of dust, under an open sky. 

Muslim voices rose, their Essences high. 

On Indian Loam, they gave their souls. 

A Common dream—bold and brave. 

In Aligned, they are Immersed in the conflict, 

The form shadows to dawn 

Not by faith alone, but by land 

They Arose advancing together,

Embracing each other's hands. 

Muhammad Ali's bravery, Azad's strength, 

Clear voices in fighting for freedom. 

In prison yards and open fields, 

Their voices Nurtured unbreakable chains of iron. 

They had a prayer; they bore a sword. 

For each, she whispered spoken words. 

An Indian heart in every chest. 

Their only home, their ultimate quest. 

Today, in shadows in the streets 

An alternative conflict, an unvoiced Entreaty 

Voices murmur, Fragile in. 

Hope stands little where hate has been. 

At the moment, they face a graver threat, 

In their own free and promised land. 

Policies cast, rough, and cruel 

Some valuable questions and stories were told. 

Still, they rise, like he did before. 

With bravery sired by something more than. 

And then from history lingers. 

Resilient hearts, enduring pains. 

Freedom is not in imprisonment or restraint. 

It grows on those who are standing indignant. 

Indian Muslims: bold and free 

Their legacy is in you, in me.