My River Trip

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Smiling white like a golden rocky moonlight, but standing on the bank of a river bound by someone's bond. Having given birth to a seed of thought in my mind, I have slowly started walking on its bright shore. Thinking like this river, how beautiful this own India was one day, where the true importance of life is understood, such an India where the art of living is explained, how beautiful was such an India but everything was ruined There is nothing like a peacock fan which was called gold bird in India. Due to the unbearable cruelty of foreign immigrants, the clean prosperity opulence of our country has been destroyed.

Like the green crop of a field is destroyed by the fast speed of indigo cows. There is no such particle of India left in the earth where there is no particle of blood of her sons. The India which was decorated with the name of golden bird. The violent foreigners made that India a bird soaked in blood. India, which is always on the path of growth like a river, did not know. One day it will become hollow. Citizens of India will start living as slaves. But the soil of India has had this effect no matter what. However, no one can rule India for more than a hundred years. The soil of India probably wants to be a slave to show the bravery of itself and its sons. And destroys like a head insect. What is the power in this soil, I do not know, but I say this much.

The soil of this country destroys sinners by creating a thousand times better than the creation of Brahma. and gives refuge to sages. Don't know, the people who come with the aim of trampling the land of this India come. And becoming crazy about this earth, they take refuge in it. Like this river, Water comes to its shore to destroy it, but then takes refuge in it and remains in it. The land of India is famous for its bravery, which no earth in the world can defeat. The land of India, which sits on the golden throne, has gone to the people who come to take it till today. But could not take it, the land of India is like this river, which gives water to the thirsty wanderer who comes, but kills the one who creates trouble with his brave crocodile sons.

The land of India never gives up its dignity like this river And if she does it in distress, then there is no place for sinners to find refuge. The land of India is a never-ending sky like amber, which absorbs all but does not contain itself. India's soil is more beautiful than the nectar of heaven, for which her son gives up both the nectar of heaven and heaven. like the fish of the same river The son of India's soil always wants to be wrapped in its soil. The land of India was and will be worshiped for this reason. Now I too have completed this journey, so I am thinking to go back to my home, I am growing like this river on my unique goals

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