Millions In Aid Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
Millions In Aid
Millions in aid
O, motherland
Where can I find?
Free and unchained
Glorified and honored
We have waited
Facilitated
Your return
With smile in turn
Million shave shed blood
To earn own food
And serve you
Through means very true
No more slavery on us
Not even from our own boss
If we fail to realize our freedom
We shall recover seldom
Country shall suffer
Even if someone offers
Millions in aid
With conditions laid
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ilian Dipasupil Kunimasa No more slavery on us Not even from our own boss If we fail to realize our freedom We shall recover seldom.... slavery persists when we forget the meaning of freedom heart emoticon Unlike · Reply · 1 · 1 hr
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Country shall suffer Even if someone offers Millions in aid With conditions laid