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Dear India, I am Carved Out of This Soil, How Can You Toss me Out?

How can you toss me out? I dare you to try it.

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My Dust, My Soil

I am carved out of this soil,
How can you toss me out?

I am here, I was here and I shall ever be here.
I died to melt away in this dust,
Just to rise from this dust again & again.

Centuries & centuries have gone by,
Rivers have moved to other paths.
Cities got buried under tons of soil,
People came, kings came,
Kingdoms came, Kingdoms crumbled.

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