Fine, in past we built boats, stayed afloat,
We talked a unique tongue,
Were in own ethos hung,
Time to stop playing still that old note,
Time to vouch for future, for it vote.
A nation we're still young
Why clutch past, remain hung,
Wallow in glory, gloat,
Repair your shattered boat,
Use no lungs, rise still to higher rungs.
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If India is a diverse country, so are a few others. For long have we hidden behind the escape door of diversity and democracy to explain away our tardy progress. For long have we remained lost in past glory. The truth is: we have failed to rise above party politics to think for the country first.
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Happenings | 03.01.15 |
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