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  India's own Indu     The first and only woman PM of India - Indira Priyadarshini, India's own Indu. India never had seen such a courageous, bold woman. She was beyond what one can imagine. She was like an avatar of mother India. Without her, our nation would have wilted and withered away. But now, a new generation is growing up without knowing such dedicated soul's.          From the Womb to the tomb her life was dedicated only for the nation. Even in the last breath she was running to serve the motherland.            Motilal's grandkid, Nehru's daughter and Feroz's wife - public thought that she was a power hungry woman. But despite all them she rejected any responsibilities of party and work as a public servant." A simple life, A small house in Allahabad, on the banks of Yamuna, happiness with husband and children…" this was her dream! But it's never happened. She was only created for the service to the nation. She couldn't run away from th

 This is not a song or a poem , This is a verse, an unsung rhythm, My feeble attempt to connect, inspire Using my words like harp and lyre; Rise against the crowd, stand out; You will not regret being called a liar, When you're shunned out, no one to relieve you, See, your sickness will be your cure; Forsaken, betrayed, feeling dumped and drained, Powers are useless in this world, this place; But I will fight back, hold my legacy, What they thought was my failure, my downfall Is my triumph, my glorious call; I deserve to be seen, I deserve to believe, The voice of the oppressed like death cries in the wind; But I will see that my days of trial, up from ash and dust Brings fruit for the 'morrow, brings me my empire, And I know that I have earned my crown. Posted by Varsha Laiju Kappen, XI B