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REPUBLIC : SONNET 85

                      Republic 
                       Sonnet 85                        

Supremacy of people whoe'er can alter?
Whoe'er can carry the load of the masses
If not Republic's mighty transporter 
That never stops, never runs into crashes?
Goes on the journey of the Juggernaut --
Thousands of years is its progressive course --
And has destroy'd many a tyrant and despot
With their empires by people's Vital Force...
Born were Apostles to the e'er-growing Axis
To add to the might of Humanity's Van
Of Liberty, Equality and Justice
That from Athens, Socrates began.
And now, we all will treasure this Republic 
To model each of our children angelic.

©️ N P Samal 


                              


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