THE PROUD OF A CITYZEN
I am walking on a road
It is clear and neat to walk
All of them are going in their lane
None violates the rules
Though it is the time of nine
A police stands and guides the vehicles
With a pleasing smile and peace
No smoke and dust in my breath
Every thing moves on their rules
Schools are overwhelming with joy
There is no cry and all
There are no fees and tortures
Beggar's sons are getting skill
The bribery is removed from this land
Nobody knows the term of bribe
Delays and refusals have gone out
PERFECTION IS THE NAME OF MY NATION
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2007-07-10 at 06:37
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MY DREAM AND MY NATION
My Dream and My NationI am walking on a road
It is clear and neat to walk
All of them are going in their lane
None violates the rules
Though it is the time of nine
A police stands and guides the vehicles
With a pleasing smile and peace
No smoke and dust in my breath
Every thing moves on their rules
Schools are overwhelming with joy
There is no cry and all
There are no fees and tortures
Beggar's sons are getting skill
The bribery is removed from this land
Nobody knows the term of bribe
Delays and refusals have gone out
PERFECTION IS THE NAME OF MY NATION
Poetry by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN
Read 567 times
Written on 2007-07-10 at 06:37
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