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Indian Builders

Builders building the building so high, Are you competing with the mighty sky? No, this building , however it seems Is the foundation of a young man's dreams! Builders building the marquee belle and frail, Why some sobs are sailing in the gales ? As the marriage of the maiden is near, These are the sound of her bridal tears! Builders building something with the grit, Why and what are you carving on it ? He is gone , he has hurt his mother's womb, We are preparing a dead man's tomb !

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