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An Independence Day...





Resides in the arms of culture, with religion making it colourful on every edge of the fence. The many places you go, the many faces you see, with innocence in welcome, variety conceals with the difficulty in the language. Even being a rainbow of culture, religion and languages every place feels like home. Where, sports and games are not few persons investment or interest, rather whole nation involves along with the God. 
Standing tall, stretched long for justice, to clean the impurity of truthiness, we stand reputed. Somewhere below those belts, under those tables, we fall corrupted. 
Feminism was never a point to discuss since our God taught us what a female resist within her. The Sad part is where she is called Laxmi, on another hand she is a piece of flesh for some He's, who sometimes kill them nameless or somewhere their name is hidden under the melted wax. Despite being all happening within, how far we may fall divided when necessary we also are united. 
Unknown with the name, unaware with religion and relation, there are some who shed blood for us and sometimes even die.To see our loved ones smile they make their family cry. So that we could meet our families every day, they don't see theirs for months and years. No matter what the season is, what the weather is, they stand hard for them, for their companion and for us. To make this day celebrate there were many who left this nation, unknown with fact scribbled on those pages. They died before they could see what they have fought for. 
I wonder what they have thought of looking at today's so-called independent nation. That they died for a nation which we can't even keep clean. A nation which they announced as their mother, where mothers and sisters are not safe, where they breathe the smoke of their own burning flesh, acid is served as a drink and the bad words and names are what they eat from society every day.   

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