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Cuckoo's call kissed
The engine's whistle New platform, old peepul tree summer loo gushes in Caught in the act Biryani on upper berth I was trimming my beard Lost it altogether The train jerked to start Have you seen yourself From the outside Inside the train? I finally got the window seat. "Could you pull the shutter down? It's raining." The train will start its journey back tomorrow, tonight it stands still filled with air and moonlight by Prashant Parvatneni
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