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AN UNSUNG HERO
He who toils in sun and rain, Burning sands, biting snow, Sows the seeds and tends the crops To keep our hearths going; He who labours in dingy Ill-lit hovels called mills From where churn out yards of cloth To adorn our bodies; He who faces bullets, bombs, Far from his family, So that he ensures peace for All other countrymen. Each of these, farmer, worker, And the sturdy soldier Is an unsung hero to Whom I pay my tributes. * Written in 7-6-7-6 format. * Awarded first place in the “COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST” contest, "COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST " M C Gupta 14 June 2008
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