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<≪≪ A Man From The Race Of Art And Culture

I am the cradle of all civilizations
In my veins I run
The seed of human history
In my chest I carry the grandeur of Taj-Mahal
the wonder of hanging garden of Babylon
Ten thousand years of old blood
Sweetened with human struggle
I pump in my heart
How a slap or two from a brute power or a beast
Could ensure a defeat of a man whose

Roots of achievements go down
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Friday, July 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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