Let me be a common country lass
Not your queen in borrowed glass
Don't put on me these blooming buds
My lovely lotus met with lily in muds
Don't love me - I'm not your Priya
Let me feel my naughty nostalgia
Your touch poisoned my inner peace
Let me build my Utopia,once Plato dreamed in Greece
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Online) - Published: July 14th, 2025 02:12
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