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Mar 2013
There was sound of the door chime
It was not like I saw her for the first time

But the breeze that breezed through her hair that day
Was making them look as though birds would fly away

That look on her face with the sun shining behind her
Left me just gazing and admiring the beauty, speechless
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
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Àŧùl  34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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