Two exquisite flowers Budding in a Dalit’s [1] garden, Kali,[2] a daughter, and a rose, Playing, Dancing, In every raindrop...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Dear Moon, At coffee café, Nearby your skyscraper, I was sitting in excuse to drink. Passed hours, Looking through its...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →Call me: Down, Down, a Dalit, Down of caste system, A living history Of exploitation, Of social exclusion, Look...
पूरै पढ्नुहोस् →An evil shadow is following her everywhere, It is lurking with erotic lust and cares no affair. No mortal eyes...
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