We are bequeathed on the nation,
And the nation bequeathed to us.
Have pride they said,
For it is the only one in the universe.
Culture! Culture! Cried the painter,
Oldest of the old.
A single stroke, a blazing hue,
He drew as he was told.
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O my Countrymen!
Don’t shed a tear,
What if I die.
With so many bullets in my chest,
On a mountain, so high.
O my Parents!
Don’t shed a tear,
What if I die.
Not like before, now you see me freely,
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What has overtake the land of honour?
Where there live fresh prey
But were hunt and ingest by lion
And left none for his adherent except his bloodline.
What has strike the land of resources?
Where there are millions of opportunities
But the graduate have to scour the terra-firma
Wearing his poulaine and keck with fuzzy appearance
And wade through over and over the signboard.
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Yes, I’ve done it once again
Removed a seeping cancerous pain,
Soleimani’s dead and gone,
The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn.
Long the source of all things bad,
Few if any should feel sad,
If his passing caused a stir
His gruesome end aimed to deter.
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Welcome to the church,
Hear the voice
That of the preacher.
'Blessed is the one
Who reads the words
Of this prophesy,
And blessed are those
Who hear it
And take to heart
What is written in it,
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Beyond the crest
Of the peaceful land of ours,
Of love, compassion and humanity
Stares at us cruelly an untrusted masquerading face
With long red greening teeth, hands blood smeared
In their favourite back-stabbing game waged on since long
Unseen and unhidden from us, but exposed to global eyes.
The so called dogma
Of the people beyond, gone astray
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Thou, sacred souls, repayed debt of thine beloved motherland;
Have gifted thine mother with a blooded garland.
Thou, have fulfilled thine promise;
by anointing your pure blood in her praise.
Thy, bravery in the every part of earth hear;
from whom the death comes to fear.
Thou, were fearless and determined servant towards thine mother;
Who serves her with the spirit full of fervour.
Thou, have the power in the hand to change destiny;
have the power to free your mother from chains of slavery.
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What has overtake the land of honour?
Where there live fresh prey
But were hunt and ingest by lion
And left none for his adherent except his bloodline.
What has strike the land of resources?
Where there are millions of opportunities
But the graduate have to scour the terra-firma
Wearing his poulaine and keck with fuzzy appearance
And wade through over and over the signboard.
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Welcome to the church,
Hear the voice
That of the preacher.
'Blessed is the one
Who reads the words
Of this prophesy,
And blessed are those
Who hear it
And take to heart
What is written in it,
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In wind, the stripes making it alive,
A fish swimming up the current,
Bold, vibrant and strong they are,
Fluttering, rendering me hypnotized,
Is it the blue of the wheel on the white canvas,
Or is it the brilliant color and it's hue?
I take a moment to drink in the sight,
Living my dreams, loving this beauty of India.
Is it just the monumental incredibility,
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