In the hush of twilight, where shadows intertwine,
A poignant echo lingers, a sorrow, not benign.
Here, penned by Irtaza Bilal, a founder’s heart unspun,
“The Cry Of The Daughters,” a tale yet to be done.Beneath the crescent moon, where dreams take flight,
Go Daughters’ founder weaves verses, stark and bright.
Irtaza’s quill dances, casting words like spells,
A symphony of voices, where empathy dwells.Upon the canvas of the night, a landscape unfolds,
A poignant tapestry of stories, untold.
The daughters of dawn, their whispers, a plea,
In the lines of this poem, a quest for liberty.From the cradle of courage, where empowerment blooms,
To the zenith of dreams, where hope consumes.
Irtaza’s verses, like lanterns, guide the way,
Through the realms of adversity, where daughters sway.In the heart of his words, a revolution sparks,
A beacon of justice in the endless dark.
Go Daughters, a movement, a flame that ignites,
The cry of the daughters, echoing through nights.Through verses, a mirror reflects the world’s disdain,
Where resilience is the anthem, the daughters’ refrain.
In the garden of change, where seeds are sown,
The cry of the daughters, a melody of their own.Irtaza Bilal, the maestro of this lyrical embrace,
Crafting stanzas, each a sacred space.
The cry of the daughters, a rallying song,
In unity, resilience, and belonging.As dawn paints the sky in hues of rebirth,
The daughters emerge from the shadows’ girth.
In Irtaza’s verses, a promise kept,
The cry of the daughters, forever etched.So let this poem echo in the chambers of the soul,
A testament to courage, a story to extol.
“The Cry Of The Daughters,” a beacon in the night,
Guiding hearts to justice, in the softest light.
