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The sin called Rape

When she walks down the street, which is a bit too dark. With no lightning at all, Not even a single spark. She seems to

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Poetry

……ओस……

रात भर सोखती है नमी…. जमती है भीगी-सी सुबह तक फिर धूप की बूंद पीकर , सारी पहर छुपती-छुपाती शाम ढलते ही ऑंखों के ऑंगन

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