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

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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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I am Hell's mad terrific sea of wrath

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

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

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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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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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Who talks of Hindus and Muslims? My motherland is crying for its children. We are not Hindus and Muslims. We are united together

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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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