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O conscience!
Have you ever thought
The misery of a starving life?
Have you ever cried heart to heart?
Those who do not have two handfuls of food at a time; For the compassionate life of the deprived. I have never seen a tilak line of thought on my forehead
Skeletal pain in the bones of those on the sidewalk. Those whose lives are in dire straits. Only breathing and breathing creatures survive. Whose extreme misery, cruel poverty, Which is surrounded only by unsafe methods. The mind that grows in the anarchy of intoxication.
O conscience!
Once the forehead has been soaked in tears! What is the cry of the poor in the ear? To whom life means- Only Panchabasi and as much sewage wasted food Survive without dying. Whose birth is poisoned by birth All the joys and wants of life. To lose the beauty of the moon and call it 'Chand Mama' Those who do not get so much courage. Whose mind does not float at all in the generosity of the sky.
In the vastness of the sea, even in the streams. Who doesn't remember so much swing.The plumage of the butterfly fluttering its wings in the flower forest
Wandering around in the sweet greed of bees. Even in the soul of such a visually enchanted nature Don't pick up any melodious song. Just that heart today in the tune of breakdown. It was as if Chauchi was wounded. Today his heart is burning in the blue of pain. O conscience!
You wake up in generosity, The intense anger of that hungry mind drove away in an instant. The real meaning of life in the middle of the earth, To match successfully and beautifully.
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