Stop Those Freedom Cannons

That guilt reeking dusk he gulps, with some smouldering sighs His abrased chisel seethes, dungeon door writhed  He (the sculptor) cherished her nudgy prayers for a few morsels  She, a mute urchin, mutilated again, by those heinous…
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Ode to Womanhood

B-Breezy bewitching moon-lilt, swoon over her forehead I-Indigenous pride, scrubbed through umpteen culture erosions N-Nancy, Nandini, Nilofer, all adore her… D-Dainty designs, welding religions, righteousness, distant…
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