Beneath the banner of duty’s call,
Where honour stands, towering tall,
There walks a man, steadfast and grand,
A sentinel bold, with a guiding hand.
Like an age-old wall of glacier strong,
Unyielding to tides, to right, he belongs.
His presence commands, his will unshaken,
A force of steel, never forsaken.
They call him “Tripple H” with pride,
A name that echoes, far and wide.
Young and old, in awe they stand,
For in his stride, the law expands.
A lion in judgment, firm yet just,
His voice—a gale, both fierce and robust.
Words so crisp, with eloquence rare,
Like poetry woven in disciplined air.
Neat as a dolphin, sleek and refined,
A man of order, sharp and aligned.
Not a thread astray, not a virtue misplaced,
His dignity carved, in honour embraced.
Oh, gallant guardian of the trade,
Through customs halls, your legacy laid.
A mirror of might, a heart-warming bright,
An officer and a half in sight and might.
So let the winds of duty sing,
Of Hadison’s name, let praises ring.
For in his march, the future is drawn,
A legacy built to carry on.
Composed by Muhammad Bashir and photographed by Muhammad Kabir
