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| When the roses lose their fragrance the world seems at an end the day has lost It's gladness what a blessing is poetry. | |||||
Yaadon ke sandwichیادوں کے سینوچ۔  Mein aksar sochti hon park ke is bench per beithi Yahan per kaun hai jo yaad ke sandwich banata hai Ajab hairaaniyon se takney lagte hain kabooter bhi Khizaan ki neeli thandak mein taraney kaun gaata hai Mujhey hairat nahein naina magar ye bhi haqeeqat hai Jo manzer reit per khencha wohi tau jaag jata hai  2007-02-08 18:09:16 GMT
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