It is God who is heard through the voice of the poet

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I am an instrument of God. The instrument is not unbreakable, but who is there to break God

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I am the rebel eternal

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I am the drum and the trident of the pinak bearing Shiva

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Mora is two Kusum Hindu Muslims in one stalk. The Hindu is his eye, the Muslim is his soul

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Share with the poor, orphans and the destitutes, to make inclusive your celebration

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Come brother Hindu! Come Musalman! Come Buddhist! Come Christian! Let us transcend all barriers, let us forsake forever all smallness, all lies, all selfishness and let us call brothers as brothers. We shall quarrel no more

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The coming cataclysm is coming, the dance of intoxication is crazy. The barricade was broken by a threat at the gate of Sindhupar

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There is no hatred of religion, no hatred of caste, no hatred of caste, no pride of nobility among us. We have known each other as brothers and part of the same unbroken Mahatma from the bottom of our hearts

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I sing for equality. There is none above humanity, nothing higher

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