A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.........Something which is nearer to vital truth than history
**bayake nenapisi nee nudidha a nanna prathibimbha*** great linespoem is nice...adhre hesaru yaake englishdhu...?
thanks ...hee hee...adu ondu doda kathe adake ;-)
**bayake nenapisi nee nudidha a nanna prathibimbha*** great lines
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thanks ...hee hee...adu ondu doda kathe adake ;-)
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