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MY DREAMS OF UNITY IN DIVERSITY

Nawin Spand Coti

We might have our own nation
And the dresses too
We might have our own language
And the wishes too
But we can't have other than the colour
The red is in the blood
We can't have other than the tears
The salty is in the drop

We might have our own cast
And the faces too
We might have our own creed
And the blisses too
But we can't have other than the sky
That attains one heaven
We can't have other than the earth
That retains one domain

We might have our own greatness
And the positions too
We might have our own highness
And the citations too
But we can't have other than the breath
That dwells in the flesh
We can't have other than the rest
That prevails in the death


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