The man with paragon in virtue (Afzal Guru)
Once I was sad nobody to comfort me
Deep inside with no peace of mind
Chilled a while later, erstwhile siezed me
He was Afzal, The Epitome of Sopore
The brighten star where brilliance dwells
Never I omit his grace at miles and piece
What ever He did in simple acts
Changed our sight forever in tactics
Changes we can’t retract so far
Like a grooming sky with lonely star
Offered his saccharine life in prime intact
Unique in value and great in worth
I remember the 9 February of Thirteen
When Afzal was hovered by armed forces
Nor helpless, neither full of appals
Martyred He was that everyone recalls
He didn’t cry even at his volatile stage
Nor emotional yet effusive at the voyage
Perhaps had no reason to cry on face
Forwhy So pure and chastened with faith
