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FORGOTTEN MEN!

FORGOTTEN MEN!

Oh! My beloved country men!

We forgot our dedicated

beloved freedom fighters! and

our war bleeders who left

their mother and children hungry!

We forgot our genius poets who

Ignited the flames of freedom! and

the buried fellowmen who

protested the harmful strangers!

Before their graveyard gets dried up

instead the sacrificed become flowers!

there emerged the terrorists and the

political butchers divide the country

for their selfish family and relatives

Will they reconsider their odd desires?

Will they wipe out the tears of our nation?

Will they save our nation from the

cripples of corruption and racism?

Oh! My countrymen! I plead

Let’s not give-up our optimism!

Unite, to terminate the deadly causes

to the growth of our nation!

Our right thought and deed will do

to pave for possessing a proud

 powerful and supreme nation!!

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Dedicated to the freedom fighters and soldiers of world

By s.kandasamy 36, New Kallar Street, Musiri, Trichy

Tamilnadu-621211, India.

Published in cosmofunnel.com on 2-10-2013

Email s.kandasamy@hotmail.com

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