Wanderer

Thursday, 5 September 2013

A step out

Some of my poems published by Writer's Asylum! Here are the links

http://www.writersasylum.in/2013/08/poetry/near-thirty/

http://www.writersasylum.in/2013/08/poetry/threads/

http://www.writersasylum.in/2013/08/poetry/curse/



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