Stanza 1:
Oh, steel-hearted legion, with fire in your veins,
You march where night breaks on the edge of your blades.
Regret is a whisper—let it starve in the wind;
You're forged in the storm, not the graves left behind.
Stanza 2:
Unfurl like wildfire—blaze through the dark.
Let your defiance be the dawn’s first spark.
Truth is your compass, your armor, your flame—
No shackle can bind what the lightning has claimed.
Stanza 3:
Strike now where the timid dare not tread,
Where silence is torn by dawn’s crimson thread.
You are the tempest no tyrant can chain—
The hurricane’s laughter, the drought-breaking rain.
Stanza 4 (Climax):
So rise, ruthless dawn, with thunder unbroken.
The world is a fire—not lent, but taken.
Time kneels to those who storm without sleep.
Oh, valiant brigade—
the sun is yours to keep.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments3
Regardless of how you take the meaning the wording is beautiful. Whether literal or metaphoric its imagery is charming. In metaphor it is alarming. Well done and another fave
Beautifully written with enticing imagery, if you took the write to mean something else it is quite alarming, enjoyed the read
Reading like a war hymn for the soul; stirring, defiant, and thunder-charged with purpose. It casts its subjects as elemental beings: forged in storms, lit by wildfire, unstoppable as dawn. The imagery is mythic yet personal, turning abstract virtues (truth, courage, perseverance) into sharpened steel and flame. In four escalating stanzas, it summons a call to rise, to burn, to claim destiny not with passivity but with bold, unyielding motion. The final line doesn’t just crown the brigade, it hands them the cosmos.
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