'ముసాఫరులు'- జాషువా

A man of sacrifice tended the sapling of love
And showered his own blood
A Mahatma abjured his life for freedom
And lived with a loin cloth
A Prince left his kingdom for nonviolence
And walked for ‘biksha’
Another took refuge in lands strange
And pledged for spread of Quran

Their holy souls are burning bright and eternal
In both the worlds
Their enemies entered the womb of death
Disappeared without name and form.