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on June 09, 2024

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Badal chumti imaratein to kayi Raja o ne hai banayi

Kabhi koi aisa bhi tha jiska swabhimaan badal chumta tha.

Naam reh gaya uska, baakiyon ke bas imaratein reh gayi.

~ Suranya

Hindi History poems

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