Crimson Hope - Minahil Sohail
Their laughter blossoms where fear once grew,
Their courage paints the morning new.
In their tiny hands, hope becomes an art,
Hope runs stronger through every heart.
They teach the world — though small in size,
Dreams sparkle bright behind tired eyes.
From boredom, they build castles of desire,
Even in pain, when the days turn dire,
Their smiles don’t expire — so strong to admire.
Behind each bandage is a battle quietly won,
Through tears and trials, their spirit’s never undone.
And in their smiles, tomorrow begins again.
