Pakistan Independence day-14th August call ….

Dear countrymen

 

Come and join me my fellow countrymen! in the procession of young men, running as if on winged feet, and jubilant as with musical strings in their throats, surmounting obstacles as if there were magnets drawing them up on the mountainside and magic enchanting their hearts.  

 

Or you want to join the procession of old people waling with bent backs, supported with bent canes; they are out of breath though their path is downhill.

 

Which are you and in which procession do you move?

 

Ask yourself and meditate in the still of the night; find if you are a slave of yesterday or free for the morrow.

 

I tell you that the children of yesterday ars are walking in the funeral of the era that they created for themselves. They are pulling a rotted rope that might break soon and cause them to drop into a forgotten abyss.

 

I say that they are living in homes with weak foundations; as the storm blows — and it is about to blow — their homes will fall upon their heads and thus become their tombs. I say that all their thoughts, their sayings, their quarrels, their compositions, their books and all their work are nothing but chains dragging them because they are too weak to pull the load.

 

But the children of tomorrow are the ones called by life, and the follow it with steady steps and heads high, they are the dawn of new frontiers, no smoke will veil their eyes and no jingle of chains will drown out their voices. They are few in number, but the difference is as between a grain of wheat and a stack of hay. No one knows them but they know each other. They are like the summits, which can see or hear each other — not like caves, which cannot hear or see. They are the seed dropped by the hand of God in the field, breaking through its pod and waving its sapling leaves before the face of the sun. It shall grow into a mighty tree, its root in the heart of the earth and its branches high in the sky.

 

Dear Country men lets join our hands where ever you are and sing the song of freedom. Join our hands and walk in the light in the future. Let be the dawn to darkness. Let us be the Youth of Spring calling the occupants of the sepulchers to rise and march toward the new frontiers.

 

 

(*Strong influence of English Translation of Khalil Gibran`s New Frontiers been used)