Rings of Smoke

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

kaafi dino baad gaon jaane par

mera gaon chhota ho gaya hai, tukron me banta hua sa, kisi ne samuhik bageeche ka apna hissa khod diya hai, bachche ab waha cricket nahi khelte, school ke chaaro taraf ek deewar ban gayi hai, jiske upar taar lagi huyi hai. kuch logon ne ghar ke saamne baad laga di hai, aur ab,phool deewaron [...]

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    The lines generally are from some poem which I have, at some point of time or the other, loved. I do not mean, by including them, to be snotty or pretentious- but I would love it if you could identify the lines, and take much joy if you were interested enough to search them and read the original poems. If not- you can ignore them.

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