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I looked down a high cliff at a restless ocean below, I climbed the proud mountains crowned with lofty clouds, I reached the serene jungles sitting in silent pride, I did not find it... I visited the richest nawabs in their castles and towers, I ate with the lowliest creatures whom language didn't own, I met the right-hands and mouths of Gods we know from pages, yet, I didn't find it... At last, lost in thought I walked by a crowd Some in white, some in black, some in uniform. All turned to a majestic but still figure In an honored embrace of the Tricolour Twenty-one guns and croaking crows later I heard a little girl's cry - "Keta 9GR ko ** ke hoena" - ** ** ** The tears never ceased, The roar never stopped With faltering steps, the brave-heart... There. I found it,I found inspiration. (Refer to the notes)
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Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
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** ke Hoena (Was he, or was he not?)
I looked down a high cliff at a restless ocean below, I climbed the proud mountains crowned with lofty clouds, I reached the serene jungles sitting in silent pride, I did not find it... I visited the richest nawabs in their castles and towers, I ate with the lowliest creatures whom language didn't own, I met the right-hands and mouths of Gods we know from pages, yet, I didn't find it... At last, lost in thought I walked by a crowd Some in white, some in black, some in uniform. All turned to a majestic but still figure In an honored embrace of the Tricolour Twenty-one guns and croaking crows later I heard a little girl's cry - "Keta 9GR ko ** ke hoena" - ** ** ** The tears never ceased, The roar never stopped With faltering steps, the brave-heart... There. I found it,I found inspiration. (Refer to the notes)
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