The word came away from the bright stars
We have land ghazal from sky
He's going to have a dagger hidden
We have sleeve with phty
Will understand the depth of our dust
Prbtun are brought to the microscope
We bdnsyb we laugh at gypsy
Placed at the ends of the earth have a home
Have taken the sword of a soldier
Poet Name by Rahit Indore
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