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by Satish Verma Feb 4, 2023 category : Nature, environment / nature
Weeping asokas were talking. Only THE Plato will tell the truth about republic. I was shaken like dew drops on grass in whirlwind. No end of unending. Moon goes on rampage. When will you meet me in charisma of midnight September? Mankind will not change. The stones roll down to remain afloat in river. Take off your hand from my shoulder. You have to go for a long journey without me.