Peeping through an outlet of cloud, some rays as beam of
gold
In the frozen land of mind
Now the hopes are born with the melting ice
The ice is melting and hopes are born
Feeling the warmth of care and love, got mold
Some feeble but wild violet s beneath the ice
Are shooting up through the ice, like sword
The fragrance and hues will spread over the vale
Will shine and
Hold, cold, gold, bold,
The sun is shining on the roof of the world
By:
Nazir Ahmed Bulbul
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