Freedom And Struggle

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Democracy has no place In this ignorant forest Where lives only wild animals To hunt for target on arrival How much expenditure? On electioneering tenure! Who know what shall be the result Country shall again represent as weakly built Poor may resent But how long may remain absent These people will offer some grain and wine He will feel timely ok but not always fine Drum beats may come to an end Foes there will turn as friend The booty shall be shared conveniently The issues shall die softly What is problem with women? They will be happily driven With some hollow promises And again same misses atrocities They have amassed wealth So no effect on their health They will eat your share too This needs no proof Democracy should die Natural death and not survive One king or dictator is tolerable To maintain heard earned freedom struggle

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