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MARTYRS - 1

Country's condition that time being                                                egregious Same time nation got some pearls                                                precious Those elite, scholars and interpids Being tyro of revolution done great                                                   deeds Those martinets, enthusiatics and                                             knighters Fought till last breath of being mother land                                             fighters Having high characters had the power                                            to placate Gathering all brought strength to open                                          victory gate
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Written by
harsh-sandhu
Published
Nov 12, 2014
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In the rememberance of those freedom fighters for those to freed the nation was the only dream with open eyes because they couldn't sleep a single night with pleasure because of the  thoughts of mother land.

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