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Corruption Corruption is the Modus operandi for Our beloved Mother Land, Where Masterda Surya Sen did build Bomb to fight British, Our Youths are building nation with the same kind of spirit and Vive, West Bengal is at the top of sepsis, Violence is a ripe fruit and abuzz. People are being killed nor for any Crusade or for freedom struggle, They are Massacred for the expression Of their views and opinions, People are tortured to death, Killed mercilessly in the name of Political purification, Law abiding citizens are in deep anguish of the death of democracy. No nation can survive without It's culture, science and literature - Spiritual and moral, social and political too, Cultural heritage and innovative Outlook can sprout in the soil of peace, Sense of belongingness and commitment, Political anarchy is at acme, Chaos and confusion, political unrest, The way of life is at stake. Nothing is permanent in life, This absolute clutter and disorder Will pass into the womb of peace, The flowers that were tramped by the rogue will raise their heads, Time will come with soothing breeze, Political frenzy with blood stained hands Will be curbed by the purity of heart, A divine leader may appear to make peace for the torture-stricken innocent people. @prabir Gayen 1: 44 PM.wed, May 19/2021.

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