The sun rises with a new day, with new hopes, with shining wealth, gloomy night is replaced with lights and hopes, joy encloses by stealth. It has always an end, how dark a day and complex a way, And I am a verse of a poet,I am a dream statue the formation of clay.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
"आत्म-दाह"
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"क्योंकि दुनिया कि कोई भी लघु कथा इतनी लघु नहीं हो सकती
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सच है, पलक झपकते ही तो बीत जाता है जीवन!
वाह निशब्द कर दिया ........बहुत खूब
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