Please return us -
Our life,
Our language,
Our land,
Our works,
Our men,
Our relations.
And who you are
To return?
What is your role
In our life?
Pity to say,
You have no eyes.
You are also deaf
And dumb.
Our doors and
Windows are opened, see.
We have our own
Roots and fruits, see.
We are in love,
We are in truth, see.
No one can terrorize us,
We have our infinite bliss.
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