Biswajit
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Like to write poems and stories. Also like to play football and read books.

Joined: August 2022 Last seen: 1 year ago

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Flower in my hand A flower in my hand, is like a fallow land. When the bees pollinate, for a new-born they celebrate. After a month or few, a fruit grows new. Hanging on the branch, waiting for the wind's avalanche. From unique to strange, they have a... – *by Biswajit*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

A flower in my hand,
is like a fallow land.
When the bees pollinate,
for a new-born they celebrate.

After a month or few,
a fruit grows new.
Hanging on the branch,
waiting for the wind's avalanche.

From unique to strange,
they have a...

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