A Prayer
Where the mind is unfree and the headis sanitised;
Where the words come out from filtered waters of filthy wells;
Where the stream of reason flows into the marbled
mansions of myopia;
Where the world isfragmented into blistered walls of intolerance;
Into that land of settlers of yore oh! Let NOT my countrymen flee in feigned joy to be disillusioned.
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