Perhaps to wish is to foresee
It’s not that it’s surely happened
Pashtun nation sets itself free
But resilience is born and ripened
The heroes stumbled but rose again
Tired of long battles, still fighting
Winning freedom and false hope to entertain
The muffled drums we ever be striking
T’s to tell you how just I feel
The last wish from each heart to steal
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