By the attacks of the of sorrows When I was getting injured so badly, She kept treating my sores with the grains of salt. When the funeral spotted her beautiful house, There seen a curtain of infidelity on the window. Perhaps she was getting ready to welcome someone. -Dilip Kumar Chauhan ‘Baaghi’
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Life Qoute
The lonely journey often asks Where is the crowd which was with you?
D K Chauhan Poetry 