Forgotten Unforgotten

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We don't remember those extra ordinary men In fact we have forgotten those unforgotten They lead us in the struggle of independence And when we got it they were forgotten. Some of them were killed by the extremists Some were overthrown by the opportunists Ceremony of changing guards at the tombs! But is it enough for the great selfless activists? The great men who were the men of principles, The ideals they gave to their sincere disciples! Ignored and forgotten by the selfish might And law! It justified undemocratic cripples! What a law is Law of Necessity, just a fun, Love child of Miss Pen and Mr. Mighty Gun, A justice who takes dictations becomes malice A pen controlled by gun becomes a pun! If any color we see if any aroma we feel still It's coming from the tombs it's not from a drill Hippocratic celebrations do not prove anything You have forgotten them; your drill lacks the thrill!

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