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Wednesday,29th April 2020
I am your past glory
but feel sorry
you people have forgotten
and buried me even
don't forget
and let
your ancestors work
go in vain without appreciating words
did you forget the freedom?
no body might have thought over or seldom
it was the work of hard sweat and wisdom
now you feel it is full of boredom
open the pages
you shall find the struggle of ages
the words are written with blood drops
the sacrifices were made non-stop
preserve it with sanctity
and guard it with an integrity
you will have your distinct identification
and you will be known as proud nation
Hasmukh Mehta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem