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PANKAJKUMAR THOMBARE

Tragedy

Crime

Crime

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It was okay, I wasn't saying anything.

Said something was a crime.


In love, honey, you destroyed my life.

I trusted in you, it's a crime.


In my destiny, it's everlasting autumn.

I dreamed springtime was a crime.


The world wasn't happy with my simple life.

I constructed a dry grass hut, which is a crime.


By avoiding me, my happiness has gone by breaking my forehead.

I burned my life through the summer, that's a crime.


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