Ghat Poems - Poems about Ghat

...Basically I am making a sundae out of my vajina hahahahahaha. Yeah, this is the normal recipe.. We need to spice up things Don. (kithay masala ghat kithay bohta) Note.Suk Suk Suk sehnil Kohleen.......

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...Sta soda qutab minaar Gat size ready tayar Sta soda qutab minaar Dair ghat mota hathyar Sta soda qutab minaar Mata honey moon pkaar Sta soda qutab minaar Please yao franchise darkaar Sta soda......

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...The grace of the silence, the trace of the moon is, The flames of the soul , shows what a ruin is. On the threshold of heart , where the treasure resides, There in aromatic air blow , in which inf......

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...Gardener Jinnatul Hossain Tanim Do I know the goal of the flower garden? The thorn forest flowers are torn and the blame is pressed. Goalini of Kanur Ghat is in the hands of the soil,......

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...Delhi seems closer than it was last time. After a tea with GST, on to a backstreet of Varanasi, Untouched by authority; ignored more by memory than darkened by amnesia. A huge blac......

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...Just as bright as the sun In a wet rainy morning Sparks all over I have felt With those eyes dazzling Either mine or your turn All the aspires then burst Sparks at burning ghat I saw With thos......

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...On the golden quilt of alasi* Long stretched and Kissing the horizon I nap Cushioned on malleable azure clouds A stainless heaven kissing the earth I dream On the savage land Atop the hill an......

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...Ghat road made me vomit . My husband said damn it. MY daughter said stop it.......

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...Even if the clouds give you darkness Always know that the sun shines above Giving hope and desire to live Don't let those moments make you leave your dreams It's always a step a day Don't b......

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...last journey--- dead bodies draped in white waiting in a queue *Scene f......

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...Chanting of hymns filling this sweet evening air chanting of hymns takes me nearer to God it seems I pray to God with my heart bare relishing each moment so rare chanting of hymns. Wick lamp......

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...O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank And born of a mother bearing your name On all the yesterdays your water I drank Am still the part of your pattern and frame. My blood flows in thy stream mean......

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...When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dea......

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...it is circulated deep into the soil that you’ve wore the dress of paraffin in the multidimensional wind of the winter the cash-memo of the recently purchased gold-bangles would reside for......

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...When terror strikes, fear inside you makes a hissing sound, breaks the vessel. Pain spurts out. Your limbs swell like sapphires in a naked suffering. You were searching the face of your dea......

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