The Last Poetry Of My Life: RIP To A Writer's Soul
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Prabha Iyer
@PSPV · 1:31
I'm not able to speak also because this is really a painful sentence that you uttered, which is not at all accepted, which cannot be accepted. I don't know for what reason you said that this is the last poetry. But Sankera laga. I really felt so bad because kisiko liktis motivate karna Bahad muji so affected with the line that you said it is a last poetry. So it is not good to hear from a great writer like you, Ma'am. So please don't do this