The Delhi Loss
Those who are crying for their own.
Hell is near, there is no Ganga.
Either wiped your tears or took vengeance.
Do they belong to any religion?
Even they have the reason.
Last loud laugh became silent.
Have a fore burnt them? No, never, not…
Inside hate, inside anarchy, insiders have burnt them.
Love has no boundaries as enmity.
Others will make it political stage.
Some will win, some will loss,
Some will live but many will die eternally.
-SHUBHAM PANDEY
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