The Golden Matyr

Raised and born to survive

Sharpened by the grind of time

Strength, motive, vision aligned

Clipping clean the cluttered mind

His rule flung open countless doors

Though he could shrink like fragile paper

Still, he stood "unfolded, restored"

Bearing weight few dared to shoulder

Unfolding ancient script of truth

Reviving what was left to fade

He guarded people's hopes with care

Cradling them "firm yet humane"

With unflinching power and purpose

He forged greatminds and fearless faces

Groomed by trials to lift, inspire

A golden matyr shaped by grace

Written by Asmau's pen 🖊