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Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan

 Imagine a road without Garbage
Imagine a street without potholes
Imagine a lane without grumbling people
Who complain about dirty roads

With every dustbin in place
Imagine a beach with only sand and water and happy people
Imagine a nation where every road, street,lane and doorstep is clean
Cleaner than ever
Cleaner than humanly possible
Dust has become a part of our life
It seems a little weird to imagine a life without it
We grumble, complain
Yet drop the wrapper in the middle of the road
A tidy street always raises eyebrows
Maybe we are too lazy to keep it clean
Maybe its a part of our genetic makeup
Maybe its a part of our life
But It definitely useful
To keep our nation clean
It makes us proud for sure
It has a 100 of reasons to do it
Right from hygiene to Hitech
But the major being it will make of us proud
Of achieving something literally impossible
Maybe its time to stop grumbling
And takes things into our hands
Or maybe to the dustbin
Its time to stop complaining
And Emphazise a message
Clean India is possible
If We all join hands and start cleaning up
Swachh Bharat Abhiyaan is a good start
For bringing us together
Imagine a life now

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