Mylittle Angel Asifa
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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Mylittle angel Asifa
We all cry seeing
your dead body in the dust,
the stones with which they struck you to death
after strangling your innocent throat.
There is blood on Indian conscience.
In foreign nations, The great India
is known as a rape nation.
Is there no one to put an end to it?
Is there no one? ? ?
O mighty God where are you?
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