Careful my Nation…
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Transsexuals and beggars,
deplorable plight of the daily wagers.
Slumber by the parapet,
are the matters to obliterate.
The real nation still reels under poverty,
without food, roof and electricity.
We are growing as a nation in two forms,
the rich getting richer as the poor deforms.
Five thousand years of history,
such a sorry state is a mystery.
Population and commotion ever on the rise,
and simultaneously the ever growing price.
The entire nation is in a state of flux,
emerging, growing to a state of deluxe.
I see chaos on the distant horizon,
unless we take all our people and move on.
There’s potential but very vulnerable and volatile,
disparity amongst states can be fatal as a missile.
A functional engine has to be well lubricated,
before a race each part has to be well investigated.
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I am my true self when I am mellow.///
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telling my state in varied words.//
At the end of the day I am here to fade away,
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To be dead and gone,
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Would leave behind these roads,
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You will see many changes from time to time. hopefully, all constructive 
Our nation is in the midst of problems.let’s hope for the best.i liked your sweet poem.
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