O, lowly democracy, condemned democracy,
Do you know, in a Muslim land, you have no existence?
You are impure, you are unclean, you are forbidden.
You are like the dark insects of darkness,
That burn and die in the sunlight.
You are like the polluted water of a filthy river,
That merges and disappears in the sea.
You are like the neglected street dog of the city,
That howls in hunger's grip.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2024 21:54
- Category: Religion
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What is a better option than democracy ?
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