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I am a voluntary propagandist. Run I did a strong campaign. An enduring campaign for NaMo. My Facebook pages are successful. And I feel like a shadow warrior. I don't need any prize for my efforts. Mōđī Jī remaining in charge of India's golden future.
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Efforts Paid Off
She is the mother Who has raised a Son , Whose moral values Touches the sky, Whose confidence is like an Aquila Who  fly, So high... Mother is happy, She has raised a son Who is busy serving The mother nation, Bharat maa, She is thin Old, her vitals Don't function well But she is living Just to see her son Once in a year. With her old shrunken, Eyes she waits , Her dry massless wrinkled Hand waits , To touch his son Once in a year. She is the mother Who fed her son With so much love & Care .. now that love and care Is enjoyed by By a billion and more . As once Napoleon said, Great nation need nothing Much as Good Mothers.
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
Mother like You
The year was 2014 And I thought justice was delivered I saw them everywhere On billboards, posters, newspapers And we knew humaare acche din aa gaye. We were shown repeatedly how congress was corrupted How one party changed the face of this country, And how they are right, others are wrong Us and them, I cared for development Economy and justice Swiftly, they were delivered. The world saw us happy But the reports are always wrong Dropping our ranks We are developing, they said How far are we to develop? No one knows. They kept the internet charges very low So low that everyone had access They had access to modiji ke foreign visits But some forsaw what was wrong. They were put behind bars Some wanted justice, but She was blind to saffron And we knew modji kaise galat honge Not minding justice is revenge Justice is unke desh me ghuss ke maarenge And justice is righting every wrong.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
The year was 2014