Two poems
Tears for freedom
The blood of my brother has dried up; The stigma of my sister has been erased; The state has already been liberated; The history has been dignified; The flag has been modified; But deprivation has increased; And we've given corrupted crown; Still people are crying up for freedom; Tears are dripping down. Their right isn't confirmed yet, They want to be free & a lovely smile; Only when devilish smile moves out of the realm of freedom. ![image]
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A Place Where, Beauty Stands
A base of learning stands in the core of beauty, surrounded with green to make one happy. Here is full of light, intellect, a source of abundance called knowledge. All time the little passengers make the place fresh with their smiles and raughtiness; are derived by the perfect sailors under z great leader into the ocean. A well organized boat with regulations where need to be active through. performance; we sailors try to show them the right way. But unfortunately, lose one of us forever come again new more sailors making the travellers to grow their power. Really it's a large foundation enriched with fascinating future