AnjalI Butley
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Colourful food I eat..
Makes my tongue taste bud strong..
Eating good food makes me feel good
If food is not good
Slippery tongue change the mood!!!
Green Warrior...
Shine
Changing Para...
How To
Break The cha...
Slippery Tong...
Be with me
Determination
Running
White Gold
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny I beg thee do yo... Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny...
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.
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show mercy, on us. ... Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show m...
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
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।
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have ...
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology. The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology.
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