Dearest I,
I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.
It's your turn to be loved now.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
कविता* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
