Thursday, April 14, 2016

Vande Mataram Comments

Rating: 5.0

When I was shaped into words with ink
on paper, my creator had a colour,
a religion by birth, but I had neither.
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Ajit Das
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Ratnakar Mandlik 14 April 2016

A beautifully conceived thought provoking and meaningful poem that projects a perspective on the ongoing debate on a very sentimental issue. Thanks for sharing.10++ points.

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