You made your own calender
Filled with the evil days
By blood, fire, and black smoke
That`s are no long further
We prayed with pure mind
And buried our worries
With blood and tear
Before Strong God
we are able to scratch
Your sin created dates
From our holy calender
For the years and Era`s.
Vinod Kumar
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