Bazi alis Subrata Ray
The Desert In Wood-Land Hill. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
A mid-summer will,
His total identity seals,
And with a bonfire fair sets his deal.
The wood lander aired the air,
Set fire and took away the fair,
Burnt half alive, visits the leave.
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