Category : Poems

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This country is ours too, who are you to call us traitors? We have been here for centuries, always staying here. You never even hoisted the tricolor at your places and we have the tricolor in our hearts. Our image is connected to this land and if you look at the past, your image is naked. We live for the country and will always live for it. You sold our India to government companies. If you raise your voice for your rights, you call us traitors, you silence the people. Injustice is your friend, you are corrupt, looters of the country. When soldiers die on the border, you celebrate here. By emotionally blocking people, you always fill your lips with love. Your rule is of the Home Machine. You are the buffaloes who graze on the chest of Mother India. By waging a fake war, you puff up your chest and get praised in the newspapers. By spending the tax money of the people on useless works, you spend it on thieves and the rich. What kind of patriotism are you looting, you who trample the common people. We have a relationship with the communists, we will maintain that relationship, we will even sacrifice our life and property for their rights, anyway, only a few moments of life are left, it is not a crime, we are the ones who do good work.