Looks like ordinary
eyes. You break me again when
blue lake dries up.
*
A flyover runs fast
to catch the man in haste, going
for a pilgrimage.
*
Account must be cleared
before you sell future into
the penniless fakir.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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