Hymn of Vengeance

I was born of silence, taught by scars,
A weapon forged of others’ wars.
Andheron mein jaaga, ujaalon mein soya,
Tooti eeton se maine taaj sanjoya.

Girta hoon main, uthta hoon phir bhi,
A son of night and chaos, born to be free!

They called me savior, end, divine,
But I was neither Fate’s nor Time’s.
Likha tha unhone, mujhe sitaron mein,
Par raah kho gayi, andheron ke kinaro mein.

Uthta hoon main, girta hoon phir bhi,
A son of night and chaos, hear my plea!

I found no hand — only the mark,
A circle burning in the dark.
kahaniyan tooti, har geet goom gaya,
Aur bikhri dhunon se safar ban gaya.

Girta hoon main, uthta hoon phir bhi,
A son of night and chaos, breaking free!

I sought no mercy, prayed no more,
For gods were men who feared the door.
Bhay ke mandiron mein bik gaya sach,
Mithya ke dwar pe di duniya rach.

Uthta hoon main, girta hoon phir bhi,
A son of night and chaos, rejects your decree!

Yet still I knelt — before no throne,
But what remained when all was gone.
Na yug raha, na krodh ka zor,
Bas raakh mein dhadkan, aur ek shor.

Girta hoon main, uthta hoon phir bhi,
A son of night and chaos, finally free!

So if they ask what I became,
Say: not the spark, but who survived the flame.
Jo tha chingaari, ab raakh ka noor hai,
Jo tha paraya, ab khud mein zaroor hai.

Raat ka beta, subah ka raaz,
Saans bani aag, aur rooh azaad.