The Dance Of The Peacock, Blush, Speckled, Freckled And Golden Bejewelled Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Dance Of The Peacock, Blush, Speckled, Freckled And Golden Bejewelled



Neither you can
Nor I can
In the open
As it not
Under the open skies,
But in acage.

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