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For decades, Bharat was betrayed from within. The Congress party, an instrument of colonial design, sold out the soul of the nation…… weakening our borders, dismantling our defences, and sacrificing sovereignty for vote bank politics. After Partition in 1947, when history demanded a clean break, millions who ideologically aligned with Pakistan were inexplicably retained
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When a nation bleeds, it is not just the soldier who bears the wound…… the farmer’s plough, the teacher’s chalk, the artisan’s chisel, and the child’s lullaby carry the weight of sacrifice. In times of terror, every citizen becomes a sentinel, every street a battlefield, and every heartbeat a war cry. This is not
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This is not a time for poetry made of petals. This is not a time for soft tears and quiet prayers. This is war. They came masked in terror and left ashes in their wake. This poem is a blade, not a balm. It speaks the language of boots on the ground, of bullets
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“Silent Echoes of Love’s Lament” is a poignant poem about a woman struggling with loss and cruelty, highlighting her despair while also showcasing a persistent flicker of hope. This narrative delves into resilience amidst loss, highlighting a character facing deep struggles while clinging to an inner strength that poses the question of whether it
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