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Harshal Charhate
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The forest that was
There was a small forest near me, with leafy greens and piney trees. It lived a life undisturbed by deed, around noisy roads and crazy beat. Visiting it every morning and night, brought true peace and often delight. It was a place away from the crowds where...

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GREED
The life of a warrior is the greed of riches and glory. No war would exist if not for the greed of mankind. The life of a merchant is the greed of profit and hen. No poor would be found if greed could be vanquished. The life of a priest is the greed of supr...

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Pankhuri - A past to be remembered (Redited)
Iteefaq se hum mile the,     Jaane kab pehchan hui …    Kuch din thodi baatein ki, Aur dosti ki shuruvat hui … Naadan si aapki harkatein, Aadat hamari bhi ban gayi … Jaise badti rahi dosti apni, Rishto ko bhi vo badal gayi … Kam hamare alag alag the, Phir b...

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What are you going to do ?
The poor seem to have lost a cause, Bending knee as every trouble came. The runaways have never won war, For their resolve is always the same. The demons are the social spawns, Bred by the selfish desires of one. The lazy have stagnated in shell, While they...

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Insomnia
Sleep wants to come to me, but it is so disturbed. Ideas keep bouncing in mind, screaming to break out. Finding no problem to solve, I am getting a bit bored. Maybe I can roam at night. walking the lonely road. Outside looks so dark and blue, I think the mo...

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Monsoon
The beginning of the special time, made with a small bunch of droplets. Soon they are pouring down below, and the sky is filling in darkness. The grass and ground are all wet, yet the kids will not stop playing. As the clouds burst up they run, and hide und...

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Innocence and Forgiveness
It had taken not much effort, yet mischief had been done Their plans always meant trouble, as they brought much fun. It would have been forgotten But there had been unrest If there were no punishment What could they tell the rest Yet pardoned were they all ...

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The Dead May Talk
There were days when she used to spent entire time in the clash of the ideas with him. Now, she spends her time recanting those same ideas as her own. It has been a year since she has slept in her own bed. A year since she had a coffee at the shop next stre...
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