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MISCELLANEOUS: A POEM
Birds desperately flying over the rubbles scattered everywhere A mother searching her son suffering from terminal illness The unborn babie...
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Each day begins with morning and ends in night the air smells of weariness light and dark live in perpetual confusion. (C). - MRITYUNJ...
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There was a time, precisely in the second half of the first decade of this century, Nitish Kumar exuded a different streak of change and vi...
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Birds desperately flying over the rubbles scattered everywhere A mother searching her son suffering from terminal illness The unborn babie...
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