KhayalJazbaat
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Last published Sat, Nov 19, 2022
These are the shayari, poetry written by me
in hindi & English,
all of them are dedicated to my love or mom,
feel free to send it to your mom or lover as well.
- lalit sharma
All Rights Reserved
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