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Oh! my motherland You got freedom like Bird
Even your wings are broken
You fly over the sky to heaven.
Freedom cost as more price.
Freedom cost as more lives.
We lost precious soulΒ of patriots.
Their blood shedding thing freedom.
But now…..
Our land is in political throes.
People simply flattering foes.
What we haveΒ carried with us.
We have improved in art and culture.
Yet many people died of torture.
Politicians are aroggance.
They lite the dead lamps.
They built tombs.
They give lies as promise.
They corrupted the nation.
They have no dedication.
The day when everyone feels free That day is our independence day.
R.Mumtaj begham
Creative writers
B.T Assistant
Trichy district
