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Oct 2013
Sincerely, what images come to your minds,
When you read this one name of my nation?

Whether

A land full of people who speak languages,
Many languages in the recumbent country,

Or

Rich heritage and history both poorly kempt,
A land of several classes among its citizens?
My HP Poem #447
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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