of an endless river
The small bursts of rain
swelling up
into pools on the pavement
there I see you perfectly still
like the slum
there I see you stagnate
like squatters
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
At night at night you're not here at night at night you're not here any more than day at night you're not here no more do I dre... -
A brick is made of earth and therefore it has no independent existence. It's existence is derived from the earth itself. The brick is th...
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