Punjabi version 3094
With enemy's blood, we must cleanse that place .
We are soldiers of peace, they must not feel us weak,
A tale of terror we must write, with strength that's sharp as steel.
Yesterday the blood of unarmed flowed in Kashmir’s land.
Let their soil now show red too, for that is what we demand.
See the valley wraped in blood, such sorrow fills the skies,
A new, solemn story of its beauty must be born in its heart arise.
A shadow of fear is cast; silence sits on every hand.
How can this quiet drop away? We must speak and command.
How long will we sit as cowards inside our home and strand?
In times like these our voices must rise and make a firm stand.
Let them now see our strong stand, no more shall we live shy,
If they draw guns upon us, our courage shall reply.
The blood of "Geet" now roars aloud, it calls them to the field,
When words run dry, the sword must rise, and never, never yield.
1.22pm 27 April 2025
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