looking at the crowd ,can i feel proud ,
do they have thoughts ,or just their deviations ,
do they feel ,or its just that there is no one who can steal ,
that spirit of the people who lived by it who lived every bit ,to make us proud ,to stand out of the crowd ,
some say it cant be done ,but i get fixed in the lost unknown streets ,just with a question and an answer ,as those who did it always found it to be their prepotent fun,
they had in their veins the journey of pains , the life of the style and the death with a smile ,
lest their effort should be futile or their is someone who can add another mile to the journey called nation ,to get back from that deviation............
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