Foreign Hand - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Foreign hands everywhere
Foreign hands haunted us
Foreign hands recreate us
Foreign hands pervades
Many aspects of our culture.
Come on, O my dear,
We are the men of this earth,
No needs of foreign hands,
We can do anything for ourselves
Nobody is superior to us and also
We are not inferiors.
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