Sun began to grow hot,
Immoderate hot,
No scanty shadow of tree,
Here I got.
The whole body turns
Into spasm
When sun smiles
In sarcasm.
I can't level myself with words, it is what I do everyday that defines me, complicated but simple
The history of India is not merely a collection of dates and dynasties; it is a profound saga written in the blood of those who nurtured t...
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