XI-LXX

I have shared the poppy’s¹ flame and pain,
To conscience² of life I woke up again.
I know not whom I taught a zealous tone³,
As I was alone, and harping alone.

1.         Poppy; each man (of the nation)
2.         Conscience of life =its truth and realities.
3.         Nukta-i-Shauq’                        , a tip of ardent longings, a zealous briefing.
Basic thought:- A lamentation on the apathy of young race