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PANKAJKUMAR THOMBARE

Tragedy

Gazal: The deal

Gazal: The deal

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I made the deal with the truth and reality,

I was greeted by the cyclones of negativity.


 I have never had the company of flowers,

I've always been a member of the cactus community,


 Why are you living a life like a prisoner? 

Why aren't you demonstrating your ability?


Come and look the light of brightest sun,

 Why are you drifting away from the clarity? 


We will make our dreams come true,

 We are aware of our exceptional quality,


You look pretty, wipe the dirt off the mirror, 

No need to put makeup on your identity,


You gave me a glass of cold and soft wine

You made a poisonous brooch very tasty.




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