We're...

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My people might play
I support my Nation.
But We're ...

We bear the women's eyes
That sees us with Fear
But We're

We carry the most Annoying question
"Are you a Muslim?"

Yes !
We are Muslims
But we're Indians

We do pray in the
Temple
We do respect the
People

We do have Hearts
That beats for the red carpets.

We support only the truth
Because
All Indians are my brothers and sisters

Not every Muslim is a terrorist.
Not every Muslim is a rapist.
Not every Muslim is a destroyer.






Comments

  1. Rahul MFebruary 26, 2019 at 10:03 AM

    Brilliant one jii😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 loved it!!!❤❤❤❤❤

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  2. UnknownFebruary 26, 2019 at 10:12 AM

    Superb ma

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  3. BpkFebruary 26, 2019 at 10:25 AM

    Nice lines ramya👍

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    1. RamyaFebruary 26, 2019 at 5:24 PM

      Thank you so much for your valuable comment sir 🙏

      Delete
  4. Sandhya. MFebruary 26, 2019 at 5:25 PM

    Owsm dear ❤️

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  5. UnknownFebruary 26, 2019 at 5:53 PM

    Vera level po.... rams.....

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  6. UnknownFebruary 26, 2019 at 5:58 PM

    😍😍💕

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  7. Emthi-WillFebruary 28, 2019 at 8:00 AM

    I applauded for this, not only that you are supporting good muslims and also for your heart full words 💜

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  8. RamyaMarch 25, 2019 at 3:15 PM

    Hey thanks slate

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  9. UnknownMarch 23, 2022 at 9:45 AM

    Being and thinking with humanity, expressing our brothers and sisters in your voice...great ramya...

    ReplyDelete

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