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Tragedy

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PANKAJKUMAR THOMBARE

Tragedy

The end of love

The end of love

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We met in the courtroom. 

Our dreams were destroyed. 


You're texting me the divorce paper.

 I didn't want it, but you were the one who made it.


You said love and silver don't mix. 

Lakh rupees maintenance costs you decide. 


We shared a vacation together.

Why did you write a goodbye letter. 


The meeting could have happened. 

But your phone was out of reach.


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