No greater temple desecrated
No greater god mocked
When we in silence watched
A little life bled in the dust
For hate and greed and lust
Her crime was being a girl
A simple Indian girl
Raped and burnt into the sand
In the soil we call our motherland
Her crime was being a girl A simple Indian girl Raped and burnt into the sand In the soil we call our motherland....oh; it's very heart touching; feel tears in my eyes...
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A concise and poignant bit of verse in verse with rhythmic splendour. A creative and compelling composition.