Noble Dream
A Anjandev Roy
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Great anxiety pervades the air,
They predict the worst,
The world is on the verge of destruction,
As supreme anarchy is reigning the earth,
It's injustice and oppression everywhere
And there is no way to survive.
But I feel otherwise in my noble and tranquil dream,
God is the supreme creator of the great land,
He is the saviour of this world and its children too,
New light will definitely appear
And we will get back our bright and rejuvenated world.
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