Abhisharika

9+ – By Debadrita Bhaduri Some flowers are there that bloom every night, Two young birds hold each other tight. In a blossom laid swing sat she with her man, Her head on his chest, his arms round her. Every night she came , hiding from her mother; Every night she went to her Shyam: Abhisharika, Read more about Abhisharika[…]

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