By Dr. Imran Farooq -- August 1999
When the night falls,
engulfing everything like a dark sea,
In the silence of night, the moonlight whispers to me,
Telling the stories of sorrows and pains,
Of those who lost everything without gain,
At the altar of tyranny they lost their dear ones,
Sorrows of mothers who cry for their sons,
Of sisters, weeping for their loving brothers,
And children, longing in vain for the warmth of their fathers,
And widows, in the loneliness of night,
When the world is sleeping and the moon is lightening bright,
Remembering their husbands and their tender embraces,
Sorrows of all those who suffered for justice, truth and equal
rigths,
When the night falls, my imagination shows me all these sights,
Sad faces of mothers, sisters, children and wives,
Tears twinkling like stars of pain in their eyes,
Saying only one thing with silent lips,
On my heart, drops of their words drip,
"Don't dare to betray our sacrifices,
Besides this we don't want any rewards or prizes
Our tears are words of request to you,
Don't betray the cause, please don't do"