and while we impose bans,
and scream ourselves hoarse
over conversions
and land acquisitions,
and Nirbhaya,
the sun still goes about
his daily business,
the birds still return
to their nests at twilight,
and a baby still sleeps
undisturbed
through the night,
lost in the bosom
of his mother.
and scream ourselves hoarse
over conversions
and land acquisitions,
and Nirbhaya,
the sun still goes about
his daily business,
the birds still return
to their nests at twilight,
and a baby still sleeps
undisturbed
through the night,
lost in the bosom
of his mother.
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