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Our glory of past
Now disappearing very fast
Who knows about civilization?
About peaceful relation
Co-existence and tolerance
All missing with essence
We shall stay fanatic
With all misplaced basics
The creator is one
Yet we may stick and talk of none
How can you be so cruel?
With two hands to kill
The hands which are for help
You are insulting with slaps
Who will rush to you?
When pass through
Calamities or natural disaster
They are all there to alter
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