Melody Of Freedom Poem by Mystic Qalandar

Behind iron bars, the nightingale still sings
Its anthem of freedom—unbroken.
The cruelest world cannot smother
The dawn blazing bright in its heart!
So what if it is imprisoned?

The day they tore it from the cypress branch,
The hunters paled in shame
As it scrawled in blood on the cage:
"This is no nest for me! "
So what if it is imprisoned?

This soil, this garden of our nation,
Once rich with laughter and light—
The invader stripped the soul's gold,
But never stole its song.
So what if it is imprisoned?

Chains may clank, the yoke may weigh,
But they cannot claim us, O Phoenix!
At every dawn, in every breath,
The hymn of freedom rises.
So what if it is imprisoned?

To live without freedom, without fire,
Without honor or sovereign skies,
Is worse than the lowest beast.
But one who soars in spirit—
So what if it is imprisoned?

Its song became the spark
That lit liberation's flame.
These bars will shatter—
Destiny's promise remains.
So what if it is imprisoned?

The voice will not die, the song will not fade.
It is liberty's breath, not dust.
Cages will break, the sky will clear,
And the nightingale sing forever!
So what if it is imprisoned?