******OUR POETRY ARCHIVE******: SATIS SHROFF

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******OUR POETRY ARCHIVE******: SATIS SHROFF: SATIS SHROFF Oh, Kirtipur Archana came from Kirtipur, The hill of the nose less and earless. She was a Vajracharya woman ...

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