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The cultured land stood first,
Ruled by witty ones,
Came a shameful night cursed,
Entered the goons holding deadly guns.
Every one took a strom for save,
Fought but lost some brave.
They controlled the domain,
Subjects life became a definition of pain.
Enslaved they worked from dusk to dew,
Followed the policies of rhetoric hue.
Their dignity went stolen,
Moonless nights, a Land never saw sunrise Golden.
~ Nishita makwana
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