Tears of Pen
The writer, who was sitting to write, made a stab at the pen’s cam. Even in the hands of the
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The writer, who was sitting to write, made a stab at the pen’s cam. Even in the hands of the
Read MoreI speak with undivided dreams.Sometimes stuck in sadness! Washing the soil and coming out from the heartGrief like pebbles! Which
Read MoreChandrika Tandon, the talented Indian-American musician and entrepreneur, has achieved a remarkable milestone by winning a Grammy. Celebrated for its
Read MoreDear meI think it is important to write a letter to meIn fragrance of loveTo cherish the goodness in me,I
Read MoreDesigned smokes like thick fogs,slithered like a python,Prowled out of the chimney holesyet her grain of rice not boiled Mushroom
Read MoreMist falling ahead of the fire that of autumnMeasured in celsius, minus now in one pole of the heartFlowers, dreams,
Read MoreMy hands were too busy grabbing stars,Rather wave at people passing by,Shake it for a second or hold in a
Read MoreThe words that falland break in the corridor.Some coals are smoking.The whole body is burning. The fragrance of the past
Read MoreThere is always something to write about, that is if we want to express; There is always something to look
Read MoreA walk along the path around the Dal Lake is a very pleasant. It cannot be said that it is
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