I strolled through the sands of time in joy,
Resplendent resources abundant,
Rich culture; plush reserves, the backbone.
In came the Brits, in the name of trade,
Plundering; enslaving savagely,
I shuddered, lost lustre, died daily.
Freed I was, long back, from cold hands, yet,
Corruption; poverty avalanched,
Will ever I relish true freedom?
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Lavanya deems reading, writing and music completely therapeutic. Books are her best friends. She has given wings to her passion of writing by taking a plunge into avid blogging and freelance writing. She loves singing and is a partially trained classical singer. As a mommy to a super naughty toddler, most of the daily anecdotes provide her the inspiration to write.
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