I suffer from the conflagration in my mind,
Should I stay on the side of dissent?
Or should I dive in the stream of the contemporary nationalistic rite?
I worry that someday the reflections of my youth may pass me by,
Like traces on the car window,
Driving at 120 on the freeway,
Haunting me,
If I waste my young blood on the wrong side!
– Mahesh Malhari Mali
Awesomengers 
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All love ❤
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Thank you Aysha 💕
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Amazing!
I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award. Do have a look at
https://thoughtyone.wordpress.com/2018/12/17/sunshine-blogger-award💛🌻🌞-2/
Lookin’ forward to your answers😊
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Amazing bro!
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Thank you, Atara!
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If your book is inclusive of poems like this,
it must be a good!
Feel Lucky to have found this blog 👌
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Yes, It has poems like this! The book is split into three parts and one part consists of only such poems!!
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It’s perfect!
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Thanks, buddy! Do read ✌
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Young blood is sometimes wasted and put to use seesaw
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Right!
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Amazing poem… maybe the “kashmakash” of every Indian youth…
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Thank you Ameet ji
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