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With a hunger to burn paper,
We caught the Singha Durbar flame.
With a thirst to stop leaders,
Bullets struck the chest’s frame.
With a will to bend the law,
the courts were set alight,
With a plan to fix the government,
the parliament burned that night.
With an urge to raise our voices,
some became martyrs’names,
With the hunger for revolt,
Chaos spread in wild flames.
With a wish to burn the walls,
Gates and transport fell to fire.
With a dream of making the nation,
They stabbed it’s very heart’s desires.
(“Damage doesn’t decide the ending.” – DIARYPOEM24)