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by Satish Verma Jun 5, 2022 category : Nature, environment / nature
What was that in your eyes, which still haunts me in evening of life. You will not say, I will not know where the story of wailing song bird ends. The first dark cloud of Monsoon, becomes messenger? of the young drowned moon. Let's go and collect the gifts of parting kisses. Deliverance stops.