In the land of whispers and shadowed might, A drama unfolds, far from public sight. Intezar Panjutha, a lawyer of note, Vanished one day, leaving questions afloat. PTI's voice, suddenly silenced and gone, A tale of intrigue, as days dragged on. In corridors of power, rumors swirled, Of agencies at play in this hidden world. Then just as swift as he disappeared, Panjutha returned, the story veered. A shocking statement on his lips, Of what transpired during his eclipse. Was it a lesson? A warning clear? Or just a ploy to instill fear? In Pakistan's complex political game, Such dramas unfold, none quite the same. The truth, elusive, hard to discern, In a nation where power takes sharp turns. Panjutha's ordeal, a chapter brief, In a larger saga of belief and disbelief. Let those who seek justice take heed, In lands where shadows often lead. For in this dance of might and right, Not all is dark, not all is light.