By Abhishek Kumar Anmol
From my eyes tear is falling like the form of blood
O lord can you heal from them and listen to my void shade
From heaven drops of rain is falling like a wave of peace to my nation
There is the weather which gives of hope, vanishes easily to nation
Why we can see black clouds seen like an ashes
We can collects everywhere which spreads easily viruses
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When I see a red rose its look like a dead blood
Until the surrounding becomes like a peaceful bird
When the leaf is detached from the tree
And they can fly in the open air freely anywhere
The wings are the symbol of love where we can spread
Everyone is feeling like a coward people dead body
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Poor people are roaming in the street for hungry
Some of them give in the bowl and feel happily
People carry his soul on wheel cart puller
Where life cycle until they touch the door of healer
We are seeing a thundering cloud
It seems like a painful vibrating loud
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The pain is like a powerful voice of nation victory
Where the nation is struggling and note down by the viceroy
Let we were unit and hold another hand to break in the length
And we can spread its width by healing strength
We are not on the line of hell door
We are waiting for our number
Can we feel or healing raining from the atmosphere
We again stand on our feet and walk in the open atmosphere
By Abhishek Kumar Anmol
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