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May the sparks be decorated in tears filled with tears
Come to my crematorium, blow a horn,
Then shoot an arrow across the chest,
Then fill the snow-cold soul,
Give new experiences in the heart,
Give new poison to the blood forever. I ask for communication
The restless life I ask for love
Let us stumble upon the stalled path,
Let us light a lamp on it
Strengthen the impulse of the cracks in the motion,
In this hour of inquiry, give firm loyalty,
We have given blood, give God
The glory, light up the sky with your eyes
I ask for a boon in the interest of my beloved homeland,
I ask God for your mercy in distress.
About the Creator
Priyabrataa Ganguly
Professional writer, foodie, love poems



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