Dupatta Poems - Poems about Dupatta

...A desire to die, found myself lazily lie, Oh—'Without pain,' then why even try? Hanged dupatta on a fan left running, It spun, it tore—just threads kept churning. Asked GPT for methods of death......

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...I used to find sweet solace in fantasizing about leaving home, Imagining about the deceptive freedom I will have when I'll be on my own. This thought became my escape route while quarrelling with......

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...my mother fought with that man whom people called my father he hit her with a broken glass and a blue colored bottle she had some tears and some blood flooding all around her face some bruises,......

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...Looking at you, they feel lust; lust for the curves they say you flaunt. The silver lining visible through your deep neck. The perfect waist they say, you show in those tightly fitting kurtis. T......

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