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Bajrang
11 Aug, 2019 | 1 min read
दर्द जब भी गुजरता था हद से मेरे,लब से लब बाँसुरी बन मिलाती रही…उंगली से यूँ लिपटकर ये मेरी कलम ,इक अधूरी ग़ज़ल गुनगुनाती रही।।
This poem is about my PEN who supported me in my bad days. Even when i have no hope then also my Pen describe my pain on a page honestly. My pen is like my real friend which is a part of my life.
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Fictionfeelingandlove
11 Aug, 2019 | 2 mins read
Fictionfeelingandlove
11 Aug, 2019 | 2 mins read
