Poetry By Akshara

Akshara  has also written some poetry and they are as in the cosy corner to the left or you can click the link below

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  1. UnknownMarch 21, 2019 at 8:45 PM

    Well done ...superb ....keep writing .

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  2. UnknownMarch 22, 2019 at 2:53 AM

    well written .... very nice akshara..... i found different akshara while reading your poems😊
    very nice..... keep it up

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