By
Pratham Banerjee in
Poetry |
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Living
I dreamt of a place
A morning walk and not a race
Where people are not united by epidemics
Where teenager's are happy and not mentally sick
Where orange is the colour of setting sun and not the setting country
Where great people deserve their nam Read More...
Published on Apr 13,2020 09:32 PM
By
Pratham Banerjee in
Mystery |
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Legs
Her legs were beautiful
I am talking about my neighbour.A girl of age 25.I just loved her legs.Ya you can call me a pervert for that. It was hard for me not to appreciate those legs. It seemed like gods creation. Like a very beautifully sculpted sculpture of some greek goddess. Eve Read More...
Published on Apr 13,2020 09:22 PM
