The pulsation of my heart
Who is none but she passing out.
My heart beats it whenver see
I passing her,
The heart beat of my soul,
The abnormal fluctuation of my heart,
Oh, how to desribe the aches of mine!
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My love is callingAnd I have to go, have to go.You in my heart,I in your heart,My Valentine letting me not stay here,I must, must.
One evening will come, I shall meet you, propose before
You from here and I from, you and IPromising to meet againAnd as thus we shall keep dating, living in hopeBut the things turn in their own way,May or may not,Maybe it that meeting would be the last meeting of ours.
With Gansha and Kartika
Into their lapSittingAnd enjoyingParental affection and sympathyAnd closeness.
Devadasi,
I can feel itNowWhatThe horoscope-makers,Astrologers,Soothsayers,Oracle-makers,PunditsDid to you,YouWhat the middlemen,Courtiers,FloristsDid to you,You,Devadasi?Your pain,Your pain,Devadasi,Devadasi,What theyDid to you,You,How,How did theyTake youTo the temple campus?
My dear sir, Sir Salman Rushdie,
And the freedom of speech and expression,At the outset of it, I thank you, thank you, sir,For your supportExtended to world communityIn the need ofBut, but sir, I have, have something to ask youAs want I to know about your story,The story of your life,The relationship with the girls,The girls of your choiceTo find out,How…
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A govt. of the people, by the people, for the people.The ballot boxes are rigged and changed,Proxy votes are cast forAnd Murkhamantri comes out victorious.