The evening ochre spread its golden hue
as lovers dedicated walked on frayed edges
Dreams, desperate wishes and silent pledges
Holding hands and hopes for a better tomorrow
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There was a song in an English Old Movie, in which a western girl sells flowers, calling herself as a flower girl, beautiful poem Nitin Suresh! We, Indians, have forced our young children to work hard for a square meal! so sad Isn't it?
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There was a song in an English Old Movie, in which a western girl sells flowers, calling herself as a flower girl, beautiful poem Nitin Suresh! We, Indians, have forced our young children to work hard for a square meal! so sad Isn't it?