Poetry by Pawana Tripathi

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 Let's make two steps to paradise, 

Not possible in reality....!

Let's try in dreams. 

My friends be not afraid of fall,

Because you are not one in fame less hall,

We all will be queu ordered over there,

You need not to worry at all .

Not possible in flaunting rays ....!

Let's try in dark realms. 



Pawana Tripathi 


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