THE 1965 SEPTEMBER.




I remember , AI remember,
The 1065 September.
when the thiefs and trators,
breach the Pak border.
in the Dusr of Dawn.
in the mist of september.
The 1965 September,
I remember , I remembwer.


The Pak Army, brave and valient,
Gay and Gellant,
with faith, discipline and Unity,
with heroic spelendur of bravery,
but ery few in number,
In 1965 September,
I remember , I remember.


On B.R.B. canal Bank,
in the biggest battel of Tanks,
Tanks and Tanks,
Like huge black Elephents,
Tramping the Pak land,
Banging, roaring, Shelling.
Flaming and Thundring.
In the war of 1965 September,
I remember , I remember.


Patiently and calmly they watched,
prevading and approching Tanks,
from left of them from right of them,
Roaring , and shelling tanks, and tanks.
In the dust of dawn ,
IN the mist of September,
I remember, I remember.
The heroic Battel of 1965 September.
I remember. I remember

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by. Farooq Saeed Qureshi.:hey: