We are losing
Our thoughts
Our languages
Our cultures
And traditions
And so on
At every moment
Here on this earth.
We are not free
To publish ourselves,
We are not free
To love
To see
To utter words
To sing
To dance
Upto our satisfactions.
Our own life
A good story
A good moment
And we failed to
Recognize it.
And we failed to
Discover light
Within us.
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