Nira’s Tale Of Love I Prelude Poem by Tuna Biswal

Nira’s Tale Of Love I Prelude

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Nira’s Tale of Love I Prelude

Neither was She brow of an eye,
Nor was the beat of a heart,

Hay that came use for none,
A handful of sand was She.

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Tuna Biswal

Tuna Biswal

Rourkela, Bargarh, Odisha, India
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