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From Scars to Stars: Using Wings of Hope"जख्मों से सितारों तक : उम्मीद के पंखों के साथ"

Aug 8, 2025
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By Muhammad Sahil Pathan


Some roads unfold with no end in sight,

No destined shores, no promised light.

Yet steps are taken, bold and free,

Not to arrive, but just to be.


Not every path must lead somewhere,

Some teach us how to rise, to dare.

For in the risk, the soul takes flight,

And finds its truth in fearless night.


To walk, to stumble, yet still aspire,

To burn within, yet not retire.

For in becoming, we are whole,

And journeys shape the seeking soul.


So rise when your bones are broken,

Rise even when your soul's shaken.

In the midst of darkness that crawls around,

Pierce through the dark, let hope resound.


Good days don't make you great,

Bad days teach you how to deal with threats.


Emotions flooding and making you blind,

But never let it stop your grind.


Time by time, you'll keep getting scars,

But one day, I believe you'll reach your Mars.


Day by day, as your doubts awaken,

Roar aloud because I know your inner giant will never be shaken.


Rise when your spirits are broken,

Fight even when your heart's broken!


So stop telling yourself rusty lies,

Failures sharpen your sight—turn trials into miles.


Go far where nobody even tries,

Because God blessed you with the wings of hope,

Use them to fly even above the skies.


Remember, God is lovingly waiting to watch your first flight,

So, dear soul, stand up

and fight!!!


By Muhammad Sahil Pathan


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