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We All Are Locals — Vir Bhadra Pant
We know how to pluck the musical strings, We know how to rise when the melody sings, A chest full of truth is the treasure we hold, Because we are locals, both honest and bold. We …
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We know how to pluck the musical strings, We know how to rise when the melody sings, A chest full of truth is the treasure we hold, Because we are locals, both honest and bold. We …
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Hoping you’d give a passing smile, As we walked together for a mile, I spent all the love that I had earned, But you, heartless, never turned. Hoping you’d give a passing smile, Bu…
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Till summer shines like a golden bow, And warm light touches my frozen toe, To the distant land where the spirits go, I tried to run from the pain below. This restless mind is taki…
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I heard every thing grows on earth.. Then why not i? Am i not a living being.. To breathe and to take birth? I heard he takes everyone to his hand.. Then why not i? Am i not made u…
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How to tell you, how much i love you... Only my tears can answer . How to tell you, how much i miss you... Only my eyes can answer. How to tell you, how much i desire you... Only m…
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How to tell you, how much i love you... Only my tears can answer . How to tell you, how much i miss you... Only my eyes can answer. How to tell you, how much i desire you... Only m…
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Everything hurts because of you, Why must it break the heart in two? Why can’t this love be soft and mild? Just give me one good reason, child. Why does this love feel far too stro…