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Azad Babu Poem
Voice Of Unfortunate
-Azad Babu
Today our want is
Some food to live;
We want no so ease,
Only need relief.
Our dream is naif,
We do ever combat
With lack of life,
Hap is our regret!
We dark by polity;-
Be poor by canker,
King isn’t hearty,
So, we hate any war.
Now we are cipher,
So, none us honour!
Copyright © Azad Babu | Year Posted 2011
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