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Saroj Khan
2 seconds ago
just remembered and written this poem
all lthe things ofpast
arenow full of desert
she has left behind .
moment starts to count
but pain in heart can not be defrost .
It could be there storms in mind, heat like sunburn in heart.
... but sorrowness can not be melt.
so many comes but divine extraordinary
... ask your soul, beating of heart is infinity.
saroj khan

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