By Arvind Kumar
By Arvind Kumar
Paraya Dhan
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See AllBy Sakshat Rao His burdened neck looked back onto the street To see at whom the dogs were barking. His feet Would have been too tired to...
By Sakshat Rao I sat on a wooden bench by a gray gravel trail Which ran alongside a little babbling brook. I sat, as if tucked in a cozy...
By Sloka Kadiyala The moon, our satellite, Glows brighter than a candle light. The moon which rises like a phoenix, Each dawn it dies....
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