Kottha Manjula
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"I don't believe in magic. "
The young boy said.
The old man smiled.
"You will when you see her."
Magic
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Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
The moment i am inside u U will rest in my arms The moment i am inside u U will rest in my arms
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
"I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled or curbed." "I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled ...
No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I forgot. . . No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I ...
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing for better things. The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing ...
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
The poem shows the sob of a girl as she demands to be heard. The poem shows the sob of a girl as she demands to be heard.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
How beautiful and fair would the world be if every person could receive the same amount of love he/s... How beautiful and fair would the world be if every person could receive the same...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy place. The poem describes the city and suggests we help it grow and make it a happy pla...
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
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