चिन्तन में/In Contemplation

Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin Sleep doesn’t come overnight, The baby was weeping in the neighborhood. Mother was awake- Pleasure was away. The night was going through difficulties- With a different face, All together- Deeply absorbed in sleep.

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Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedin Sleep doesn’t come overnight, The baby was weeping in the neighborhood. Mother was awake- Pleasure was away. The night was going through difficulties- With a different face, All together- Deeply absorbed in sleep.

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