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Bags of skin and bones | poem

I am a bag made of skin and bones Filled with pee, poo and hormones So is that guy with

A sleepless night is my poem about what I have been experiencing every night. This is for all those insomniac

The day I have a fever is the day I realise that I still have got fire in me. 😀

“Touch my food and you will unleash my wrath!” I hate sharing my food and I always said the above

Your attitude towards your inferiors decides who you really are. – unni babu

Krishna: the man and his philosophy Author – Osho My rating: 5/5 688 pages of pure wisdom that has

After 8 hours of non-stop coding, my official website 2.0 is ready!! Click here to visit my NEW website (recommended

Every fond relationship is destined to meet crucial crossroads which will decide its lifetime. So never brag about any relationship