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Haul my last breaths,
Blow the flute with them,
Product the last symphony by me,
One that sings of Bharat,

That last smile,
Keep it with you only,
Render a pearl out of it,
Assemble every piece,
Endow the odds with it.

Steal away my tears,
Incorporate it into rivers,
And let the passion be ours,
Drive through the unbroken stream,
Perish in the ocean,
From were rise again,
As the rain saturates the land,
Come back and respite in her lap.

My identity be transparent,
Devoid of any colours,
Run vicious.

The season passed but only you shunned,
Pledges and love were reserved.

Who I am?
I don't know,
As said I don't have an identity,
Just that of Indian.

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