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

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

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The sword of the victorious man who has never been alone, inspired, empowered, victorious women

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

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Some say my words are false, some say they are infidels. I say neither. I'm just trying to shake hands with Hindus and Muslims, trying to turn swearing into hugs

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

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

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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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