New India was a longing, a darling dream of struggling ancestors of ours.
They fought for centuries, martyred to put us in the pool of happy hives.
Sadly! Lately, our blending composite heritage seems to die in a few hours.
They bestowed us - the land, sky, mountain and deserts delved in amity.
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Deep and lovely poem. I really liked this one. Your words are beautiful. Thank you for