Ideals Poem by dr. ram sharma

Ideals



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The wind flowed in a way,
The dust rose in a way,
unattempted was attempted,
broken images was chiselled,
it wasn`t happened,
we adopted the words,
we wanted,
the generation came forward,
with these ideals

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