CRISIS

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Land-locked nation suffering fateful blows of all-round suffocation,
Offerings in disguise- closing in are plundering power-pact nations;

Tiny mass floating at a high altitude, like an unheard trivial Tibetan terrain,
Still gathers peaceful momentum, seats atop monasteries of hearty asylum;

In storms of violence surrounding, is Gautama Buddha born out of a Prince ,
Minds of time-proof toughness in steady blooms, tearing severities at once;

Withstands the worst ever onslaught wearing a tsunami-consuming smile,
Planned or unplanned may you come, all this takes with a discernible rationale.

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