Pratikhya

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Siblings

There is a smile like a flower,

It is like cute Poetry in the notes.
In a thousand there is my dearest sister.

Relationship has a different identity,
The smell of his arrival raised the house's courtyard.
There is a sweet voice of the thing worn in the feet.

Like a butterfly flying in the garden,
Shining like a firefly.
In a thousand there is my dearest sister.

shining brighter than the stars,
She is the queen of fairies.
In a thousand there is my dearest sister.

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Punam verma

18-Feb-2022 09:18 AM

Nice

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Niraj Pandey

17-Feb-2022 09:55 PM

nice

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