By: Riddhi Bhattacharya A sunshine poured in and dust crawls around,My frail ears pick up the bark of a distant hound,One by one the casements catch,The suns beams beneath the golden thatch. […]
By: Riddhi Bhattacharya A sunshine poured in and dust crawls around,My frail ears pick up the bark of a distant hound,One by one the casements catch,The suns beams beneath the golden thatch. […]
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