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Jan 2018
The soil on which we walk
About which we must talk.

For us, on soil we are weight
Though to agriculture it is a gate.

The soil is both our mother and father
And to rescue it, we must gather

Oh! How diverse it is, sometimes I cant understand
But it is The only one on which whole world stand
Written by
Ayush Shukla
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