I love painting my white sheets with ink.
We are all together, nothing but Indians. We are all together, nothing but Indians.
We both were drenched under the same rain, When both of us had umbrellas in hand... We both were drenched under the same rain, When both of us had umbrellas in h...
This poem is about poverty around us, we can not do anything about. This poem is about poverty around us, we can not do anything about.