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Oindrila Pal Poetry She threw her head back Sounds buzzing in her head Tears don't flow. no more Its the blood dripping staining her face She indeed is the dead body …
Oindrila Pal Poetry She threw her head back Sounds buzzing in her head Tears don't flow. no more Its the blood dripping staining her face She indeed is the dead body …
As you turn the pages of this book, you will be transported to the wonderful world of poetry "You are becoming my habit". Allow each poem to transport you to…