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It Was Just A Dream
A politician came, high on fame,
removed corruption ,poverty,rapes,
Opposition lacked any charges on his name,
cheaper are oil,onion,potato and grapes.
then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream.
A girl in a dress tight, on lonely road in night,
soon surrounded by so many men,
To help her in reaching home,they started to fight,
she reached home safely without any strain,
then I heard a scream and realized that it was just a dream.
A poor village boy, playing with a toy,
All children of his age studying in school,
Childhood is without burden and full of joy,
they all are happy, healthy and cool,
then I heard a scream and realized that it was a dream.
A small nation is in full elation,
As it is now free,world was free,
there is peace in the world and satisfaction,
World is growing like a family tree,
then again I heard a scream and realized that it was my dream.
Don't bother, if now they are not reality,We will succeed, these dreams gives this surety.
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