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Let us not paint the scenes
O’let us not paint the scars
Let your canvas hear those screams
Which those ladies gain in wars
The war of native people there
Which we cannot awfully hear
Speeches long, of our city mare
That’s all long, we can wear
Thunder battles , garden brown
Soldiers brave, wearing green
Land of beauty, golden crown
People slave, destroying green
Light your weapons on those graves
Which give the shelter to our braves
Flowers which meant to live
Had nothing else but lives to give.
-Shivangi Sarabhai
