-Manish Upadhyay
Categories: English Poetry
Tags: life
Manish Upadhyay
amature writer,thinker,listener,speaker.
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nice one bro!
Thanks bro.
Awesome…
Thanks अंकित
really good poem friend
Thanks mohit.
nice 🙂
Thanks buddy.
of course, life should be like a rain..good 🙂
Thanks.right life us like a rain.
Good
Very nice