Talash - Anginat Chehre
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Last published Thu, Dec 4, 2025
This is a collection of my new Hindi poetries.
We all are in search of something in our lives. Sometimes, it's love, sometimes someone, sometimes silence and sometimes it's just ourself.
We may not find the perfect destination that we thought of but the journey altogether is really precious.
So this poetry is dedicated to all those "talash" in our lives .
Enjoy reading 😊~
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