Burkhawalli
Bibis,
I want to interview them
On
International Women’s Day
To telecast
Their views
With regard to
Their rights.
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Forget me not,
Wherever are you, will you be, darling,Forget me, forget me not, my love!My darling, my darling,Forget me, forget me not,Wherever go you, go you far from me,From me, darling!
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The dragon after having bitten, stung fled from the site of action, perhaps lying hidden somewhere for a possible backlash under a knapsack of jute driven to after hours of steady brain and it seeking shelter in.The villagers coming in swarms or droves with the oily lanterns into their hands and the shadows cast around…
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