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Poet, Story Writer,Reviewer.Writing for Telivision specialy Documentry Writing and Copy Writing for commercial spots is native flair.Presently programme producer in DOORARSHAN. Awarded by Doordarshan headqarter for best programming four times. Awarded by BBC WST for participating in HIVAIDS awarness capaign throuh production of commercial spots entitled LADIES SANGEET and MAHILA SARPANCH.Poetry collection JEENA SABHEE KE SAATH in 2005. Got Participation in so many collection. ओ बरहम! उसक .CONTENT
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Il a le droit de poser ses mains sur ton corps. Il a le droit de respirer ton odeur. Il a même droit aux regards qui le rendent plus fort. Mets-moi la chaleur de ta voix dans le cœur. Et ça fait mal, crois moi, une lame enfoncée loin dans mon âme. Et je saigne encore, je souris à la mort. Tout ce rouge sur mon corps. Je te blesse dans un dernier effort. Mais moi, mais moi je suis déjà mort.