Love
Is like a pie,
With layers,
The first one is full of susceptible tarts,
The second one mossy bitter, chocolate dark,
And the third, full of berries, red.
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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That boat of Madhu the boatman Is left tied at the ghat of Rajganj No one is taking it As it is filled with jute raw; If they would give... -
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th... -
What had made Brahm to compose Such a tune, with such poise? What comforting idea made him To put music into such a rhythm? What inexpre...
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