Two hundred and two years to travel
O’ India
Man and beast live alike
Ossifying, maiming your virgin being
Squeezing you out of existence
Yet, men might cease to be
Religious fanatics, lose blind faith
In the specious gimmick
Of reckless, inert politicians
They might replenish with love
Starving eyes and parched bellies
They might finally hear
The plangent cries of the suppressed
Man might cease killing man
And vouch for peace in life
They might cease their mad pursuit
‘cause there’s still indomitable hope
That you shall live in glory
For only spineless nations die
My land, the journey done
At your threshold the light is
To satiate your undying soul.
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ANUSHA.U.R.
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15 yrs
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