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The jumbled words
of speeches, system, materialistic world
harrowed voices the stridor,
symptom of the cold
will no longer be
a being,
loktantra, its strong roots
deep into the precipice of Mother Earth
will hold
every stem cell,
will stand tall
like a shade, a pillar,
looking into the eternity
vice versa.

Loktantra : Democracy


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