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A small thoughts.
You are the most beautiful.I adore you.Just once come n show me your beauty.I will keep your glimpse in my eyes forever.
जिस बरखा ने ग़म दिया था, उसी बरखा की झड़ी ने पुन: मिला दिया ।
Every thing is common in the world.But now through Media every bad or good news is in limelight.
As the life goes on , the child hood memories knock the door to acomplish all the wishes once again but its not possible.So better to be silent.
The nature is full of wonders, we human should follow it too.
The country should be clean.But the society, ideology, constitution also have cleanliness.And the people should be provided with Toilets with their own residences too.
A story narrating the love making of night with moon.
Poetry takes birth from the outcome of your inner revolution.