DARD AUR DUA: Hindi poem by Anju Dua Gemini : English Transversion by Rajni Chhabra

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 ANGUISH AND PRAYERS

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I plead forgiveness for my sins

Shelter for my soul

No more of

Anguish and prayers,


Commencing with you

Culminating on you

Now no more of

Journey of breaths!

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