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A long time ago, He was my son Residue of an infamous House, a feeble little boy. But today he reminds Me a potent revolution, He reminds me God and He, the loyal opposition, He reminds me hope and Rage that pass the veins Of my country, he, my son. A long time ago, He was my son Today he isn’t just my son He’s truth, he’s light, he’s Hope and future, he’s India.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
My son
A long time ago, He was my son Residue of an infamous House, a feeble little boy. But today he reminds Me a potent revolution, He reminds me God and He, the loyal opposition, He reminds me hope and Rage that pass the veins Of my country, he, my son. A long time ago, He was my son Today he isn’t just my son He’s truth, he’s light, he’s Hope and future, he’s India.
Stop witch-hunt, Stop media trial!
Gaye
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
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