Tongue that did not utter
The language of motherland,
Hands that didi not write
The language of the mother,
Eyes that did not read
The language of your own.
Yet you stay on your own land
And live arrogantly,
You are not the lion
But the jackal.
Neither you are great,
Not learned
But you are the great fool,
Life is just null.
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