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Elegy

In the bosom of solitary nature
Dews seem to be my silent tears-
And I'm broken heart
Like the strings of broken lyres

In every night and every morn
Melancholy is my companion,
Thus, my days run to years
With my bootless cries

My all colourful hopes
Lost the path in gloomy future
Now I decorate my own graveyard
And count my last days in the tips of fingers

My corpse will lie in the ground
I hope, thou'lt come-
Then, bid me adieu with cherry garland
Thy deep sigh will come !

@Bharati Hazarika

Freedom is Our Birthright

Freedom is our birthright
You can not snatch away our pride

You can chain our feet to restrict the movement
But how can you chain our will power !?

You can chain our hands
How can you chain our minds!

You can stitch our lips
Can you chain our thoughts!

You can bind our eyes
Can you, can you bind our soul !!

Freedom is our birthright
You can not snatch our pride

@Bharati Hazarika

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