At the stroke of twelve at night in din
Rejoicing, proclaiming liberty.
Our freedom we announced and honoured.
Our cries and pain drowned in joy, well earned
Servitude, bondages demolished.
Each moment we cherished of freedom.
Our loved ones we lost to years of strife,
Sacrifice eternal forever.
Our homage to them in reverence
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Dr Shweta is a dentist by profession and a poet by heart. Shweta expresses herself through words and is passionate about her profession and writing.
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