THE PROMISE

 

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THE PROMISE 

To those who came before us
To all those who will come after
To those who treaded this sacred path
To those who will turn the chapter

To those whose feet were sunburnt
To those who pounded the trail
To those who cleared the woods for us
To those who fought and prevailed

To those who foreshadowed the light
To those who carved the pristine way
To those we owe a solemn promise
That we'll never fritter freedom away

                                          - Priti Singh



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