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By Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore(1861--1941), was the first non-White to receive Nobel prize (1913) for
Literature. The event of course caused some furor at the time. New York Times in its prodigious
generosity consoled its readers by alluding to the fact that after all Tagore was of Aryan Stock. It was
first published in 1913 as a collection of prose translations made by the author from the original Bengali
(a language of India) Poems. Evidence does indicate that the poet W.B. Yeats had a hand in editing an publishing it!
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"Marry me" He said while looking at her with a dark expression making a tear drop from her eyes, he is the heartless king who asked for her hand in return for the life of the people's of her kingdom "I will do anything to protect my kingdom" She was the flame of fire who can burn all evils and even burn herself for the protection of her kingdom. She sacrificed her happiness to protect the kingdom from the heartless king See the story of the heartless tahir singh chauhan and the powerful princes y/n singh rathore. See there hate turning into love for each other. A story filled with hate, revenge, obsession and power Aarvikim presents "The royal emperor's queen"
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