The Present History Of Future

R Rahman Henry Rahman Henry
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While we claimed ourselves to be a nation They made sense: barbarian, farmers, subaltern We claimed our sounds and signs to be a language They made ​​sense: deviation of Dialects For ourselves, we demanded a separate terrain They began to chase away us from the Indus to the Hindukush, And again from the Hindukush to the Indus. What is our religion? at the question, they enjoyed jokes, Everyday, It produced fun and laughter for them. ... ... ... ... The kings create new palaces, monuments of pride, and roads Besides, they create new crematoriums and graveyards. I like those people who resurrect and stand out of Their own shadows that have almost lost away. Standing on their part, when I fight against devils, I feel: the joy of worship, may be, just like this. People are coming out of graveyards those reduced to dust... For them, here, I've become the gardener of this welcome-flower's gardens.

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