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When I heard the anklets chime, Poetry by Navonil Chatterjee

Genre: Family —   Deep in the folds of the misty mountains, On a calm and serene morning, I lay in the cradle of dreamy slumber, When the fog parted to sweet tinkling. The music played through wood and stone, … Continue reading

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