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pragya 002

Drama

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pragya 002

Drama

For It's Growth

For It's Growth

1 min
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I planted the roots in my heart ;

Swaying along with the wind,

The leaves rustled;

Greener past an hour,

From the sun's rays.


Alas! The stem grew hard,

The roots all cold;

The plant couldn't get dry,

From all the ice it grew upon.


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