With everything turn to sky
nothing left of the ground
but a few
blades of grass
that used to imitate
the forest
not even
that garden is left
but in my eyes
there are only fires
my spirit will be
the final house, when
smashed into pieces.
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खुले नीले आस्मां तले हवा ने अपने पंख खोले और तुम्हारी मुस्कान से चले एक राह निकली है मुझतक तुम्हारे ... -
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