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READ THE WRITER, PITY THE POET(ONE LINERS)

WHAT WAS I BORN FOR ?

SABOTAGED BY THE SOUL SICKENING SYNDROME OF BEING SENSITIVE

A SADIST SINCE BIRTH

A POEM FROM THE POCKET OF A POET

CAN I NOW DIE? (QOUTES)

KILL ME , FOR ONCE AND FOR ALL

HAMARE ZAMANE MAI INSAN MARTA NHI THA

DUDH KA DHULA AUR SHRAB KA NAHAYA ( EK MAHAN VYANGYA)

INSAN KA KHATMA (METAPHORICAL~WAR)

Vakt be-Vakt