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By Chandana Chowdary

It was a misty day

Where fog hugged the air so tightly.

Yet it was a frightful bay

As the young naval rode swiftly.

It was a good day

Where everyone celebrated the victory.

Yet, it was bad say

As many lost away into pieces just in one sway.

It was a great day

As another flag raised and expanded.

It was also a dreadful play

To seen one’s country shrunk to ground.

It was a day of sovereignty.

It was a day of authority.

Where there is no space for charity.

All they forgot was humanity.

It was a day on fire,

At last everything ended into bon fire.

Where grief was mutual,

On a term called consensual.

By Chandana Chowdary

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