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Remember the tales of brotherhood and unity during the foreign rule
When we were just Hindustanis, one nation
Were they really true?
Why do they feel so empty and fake now?
We were praised for our diverse culture
Today we are divided because of those diversities
Now we are Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, General, SC, ST, OBC,...
Why has our last name become a mere tool for politics
We fought hard to throw the invaders out

Who are we trying to throw now?

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