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Tribhawan Kaul, 23 lutego 2012
Life Graph
The way I perceive the life
shrouded in the mystery
its up and down curves
none can guess but destiny.
Challenges, the hall mark of life
paint it with red or green
acceptance of failures gives direction
success gives a sheen.
Biggest philanthropist, the life is
providing opportunity at every stage
those who grabs it with bothhands
ink their name on every page.
Life graph is never smooth
and should not be so
death is defined by a smooth line
a beating heart must know.
Vagaries of life draws its graph
So never pity it and destroy
bonded, life can never be
crib not dears but enjoy.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 lutego 2012
Trauma
She wakes upTrembling, frightened, pale
faced and humiliated
Day and night
When humans become inhumane
And shame has no place to hide.
Hunted before the crowds
Molested behind the bushes
Raped in the moving cars
Relatives, friends, goons,
terrorists or
By political czars.
Mentally mauled, physically
abused
Everyone looks on but never
rescued
Nightmarish moments never
out of sight
Living dead or deadly living
Soul and body always in
fright.
Tender age matters to none
Everything she dreams, is
undone
In a flash, everyone jumps
in
To encash
Her innocence, her trauma,
her conscience
For five minutes of fame
Putting even THE GOD in
shame.
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copyright Tribhawan Kaul.
Note:-
The poem was selected for publication in book 'How to prevent rape & molestation' by Dr. Aroona Reejhsinghani.
Tribhawan Kaul, 19 maja 2012
RAC
RAC (Reservation against cancellation) is a routine term for undertaking train/rail journey in Indain Railways wherein a traveller holding RAC ticket has to wait for allotment of his permanent berth against cancellation of any reservation. Till then he /she has to sit and wait.
Death is inevitable. No one can escape it. It is a matter of waiting. We all are like RAC ticket holders. As soon as a vacancy occurs above(theory of re-birth of a soul), we get a call to fill up that slot. Till then we have to live life with all its glorious uncertainties according our own KARMAs (actions).
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A journey
From present to unknown
Must be worth its salt
Final destination alias last halt.
Lo !
Karma forces one to wait
RAC
Screams the fate
Life span always been a guessing game
Death never seems to be a good looking dame.
RAC now
Cry or wow
Journey till end gets more fascinating
Waiting to be berthed, for no more waiting.
Enjoying ultimate destination
Depends on one’s karma & attitude
Show HIM or not
Any gratitude.
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Copyright / Children of Lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 lipca 2012
A morning in an Indian village
Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.
Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.
Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.
Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention
Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.
Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.
Temple, mosque, gurudwara and a church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings in a village has its own charm.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 5 września 2012
AWARENESS
Conscience
Thou art mystery
Love thy yet
Whisper out loud
Open sim sim
Thou allow one
Knowing the code
Thou feel to open
Thou fly
Thou dance
Thou swim
Thou play
Thou thrive on Truth
Truth nothing but the Truth
Discarding worn coat
In oblivion
Thou merge
With infinity
For the time being.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 12 lipca 2012
God....where are YOU ?
aaaaa
Searched for HIM near and far
in temples, mosques, churches and vihars
Browsed Gita, Bible and Quran
peeped into the pages of Vedas and Purans.
Questioned the learned ones, scholars and sages
journeyed in this quest sacred places.
Meditated seeking HIM in lap of the Himalayas
Praying for HIS presence through chanting of mantras.
Sages and savants, answers, could’nt satisfy me
my hunger for HIM, felt, beginning to betray me.
Finding of God particle raised my hope
soon to vanish by another stroke.
Instrumental in forming the Universe, it was revealed
but who made this particle , mystery yet to be unveiled ?
Arn’t we the God particles in the true sense ?
What use this universe without inhabitants ?
Eureka ! I have found HIM within myself
HE is in everyone, bother to seek within self.
He is in us, in every human being
in good deeds, love ,service & pious thinking.
So why search HIM here and there
Universal love marks HIS presence everywhere.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 30 sierpnia 2012
Writer's Nightmare
WRITER’S NIGHTMARE
(Senryu+ an etheree+ free verse + senryu)
Ideas
fearing cloudburst
dejection takes over
Mind
full of
thoughts
to dress pages
in shades, shapes, colour
watching disappearing images.
My laptop, which used to dance
on ITs tunes now have sunstroke
doctors advise open heart surgery
Can’t afford as I am totally broke.
Enjoy the off season
and a long break
in this state
or refill pen
as paper mercifully
reconsidering another date.
Laptop quarantined
write on good old forgotten paper,
in one hand Parker or pencil
in another marker and eraser.
Missing a mate
worst nightmare
writer’s fate.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 5 października 2012
Heartbreak
Silvery rays from the sky
will have no meaning now
never same will be the dawn.
Waves shirk to embrace beach.
Day sobs, night weeps.
Breeze no longer rustles the leaves.
Flowers robbed of their magic.
Fragrance no more validating their love.
Cuckoo loses her voice and
wait becomes redundant for dusky eyes.
Heart is drained of emotions.
Mind in the process of evaluation.
Body limited to the motions,
as some one dearest
to the heart, mind and soul
first loved, then left
never to return.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 8 sierpnia 2012
Dementia
Age never bothered her
She never showed her age
She was a new age women
Never to mind her age.
Proudly she went to a plaza
Fond of shopping home away
But came out just eating pizza
It had made her day.
Body searched her purse
Could not find her key
Also did not find her car
Nothing to giggle and glee.
Wrinkles showed on her face
As she approached a PCR*
Was directed to the police station
To file an FIR**
She returned home with satisfaction
Informed her hubby with some reservation
Shocked, he stood with a mug of beer
“ But honey, didn’t I... drop you there ?
“ did you drop me ? Oh God !
Oh Yes ! I forgot ;” stunned as she was
Then where is our car? exclaimed she
beckoning him to the window for the testimony.
Rushing out, found the gate open
dazed , both now looked aged
car was nowhere to be seen
thought they, finally it has been stolen.
Soon they were surprised
and had a hearty laugh
they saw their own son
driving in, to park.
Age do takes its toll
As one tends to forget
Kudos to those
Who laugh at the malady, without any regret.
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*A mobile Police Control Room
** First Information Report
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul/06-08-2012
Tribhawan Kaul, 9 sierpnia 2012
The Conqueror
Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.
In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.
Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
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Tribhawan Kaul, 31 lipca 2012
Realization ( a senryu)
Gatecrashers
Senses and self will
Conscience, acting as bouncers
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Tribhawan Kaul, 29 lipca 2012
A cinquain
Poser
A difficult question
to judge brain potency
brain racking experience
puzzle.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 28 lipca 2012
Meditation
My mind ,my heart
both reciprocate to my feelings
when I meditate.
Energy vibrating
creating immunity
against any negativity.
Bricks and blocks falling on the street
distress the body
but not the soul.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 16 października 2012
Bad Company
Fatigued and exhausted home coming makes me restless
As if I am swallowed whole by the emptiness
Stacked famous ones whirl around, pity me
As termites start digesting me
Spider webs decorating walls
House lizards playing ball
Bed-bugs play hide & seek
Rats sprint on rugs
Mosquitoes sing
Buzzing
flies
Melodious
Cricket’s chirping
Frog’s croaking, all keep me
Awake whole night yet fill my emptiness
With their presence without which my life
Would have been one of emptiness and loneliness
Getting rid of them from the core threaten my existence
Yet I am bent upon driving them out to be with HIM in ONENESS
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Tribhawan Kaul, 10 sierpnia 2012
The Lost Love
Modern couples are busy in this materialistic world. After initial mutul admiration and attraction dies down, they realise something amiss in their lives.
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Quote
“Behold me not
with your lovely wide expressive eyes
I have no words for appreciation
you may be divine
withholding your desires
I am a mortal
yielding to
basic intentions.”
Unquote.
Remember the day
when we had met
I had said so
and you
blooming like a lotus
opened your arms.
I remained a mute witness
to a ravishing storm.
We never knew
what had struck
a volcano of possessiveness
or a love bug
both destroyed us
before we could shrug.
Ego made us discrete
pride to tweet
on cross ,we put our relationship
space ,we never wanted to yield.
Trust we lost
faith never gained
post-mortem we did
but it was never the same.
Where love has gone ?
Where should I find ?
Alas!
we have forgotten our way
In our daily grind.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 13 sierpnia 2012
Sky and Darkness ( a mirror oddquain)
Sky
Kissing earth
Face glowing amber red
The sun yet to take plunge
Horizon
Darkness
Watching the magic of nature
Reluctant to douse fire
The sun obliges
Moonrise
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Tribhawan Kaul, 18 sierpnia 2012
Soul searching
Everyday I stand before the mirror
gazing self
other side of mine croons,
“seven sins
have already taken toll of you
terrorism of every dimension
becoming the eight
what is to expect now
from you ?”
It questions
simple and straight.
“Daily you are scarred
daily you are battered
daily you are raped
daily you are butchered
daily you are crossed
daily you are martyred.
So
Are you dead ?
Nay, I dread
you are not yet,”
whispers my mirrored friend.
“Anarchy has no place
eight sin has no grace
let more sunshine be there
for everyone and everywhere
undo mean human mentality
let darkness not prevail
blinding us till eternity.”
“Rise, rise, rise once again
showing your prowess
hold tightly drooping reins
humanity with humility breeds
great civilisations
don’t dump into dustbin
God’s own creations.”
“Being humane you can’t be dead
wake up and change the mindset
for the sake of humanity
violence you shed.”
“Humanize me.
Your own ugly side
should also possess
heart and soul
compassion ,love and giving
should only be my goal.”
Saying so
it merged into mine
I was left gazing the mirror
as if
nothing happened
and everything was fine.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 19 sierpnia 2012
Misguided
Born
with
clean slate
and
flattering
innocence.
Flowering
homo-sapien
succumbs
to
vices.
Conscience
fighting
tooth and nail,
fail.
Pleasure of
senses
prevail.
downfall
begins.
Grave.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 8 września 2012
EGO
Silence
she
does not
break.
Pretence
I do not
shed.
Love
becomes
casualty.
Mind
goes blank.
Heart
remains
unread.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 11 września 2012
A Relationship
Love likes not
showing off relationship
smile on face or tear drops,
both make my heart rip.
Ever waiting eagerly
for her appearance
when confronted,
mind becomes an hindrance.
Comes like a fresh air ,
away she goes a hurricane
tolerate she will not,
me going great pains.
Yet, loves me so much
as a princess of yore
always cursing the boat,
can not navigate to shore.
Nothing is physical
in our love
wagging tongues
all hand in glove.
Beauty a trap and
love being a cage
Wonder ! gets entangled
even a sage.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 18 września 2012
Musings
Beauty is fire, flame its youthfulness
novice if you are, will burn your fingers.
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Silence has its own tongue to stress
lips move not, for love to express.
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Hate has no takers, omnipresent is love
Some crazy always try to breed hate though.
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One sows another reaps, a human nature
Alas! None feels for the actual creator.
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Live life lamenting or laughing
Choice is yours, go weeping or singing
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Useless for the boatman to row with an oar
if never one wants to reach the shore.
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Throughout life Oh GOD! searched for you
soul left the body, only then could I meet you.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 10 października 2012
Misconception
Not leaving
footprints
on the sand
since
getting washed
away
now and then
and to be
construed
as having none.
Leaving those
on the
core of
our lives
are enough.
What for
our hearts
exist then ?
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Tribhawan Kaul, 24 lipca 2012
Infatuation ( An acrostic poetry)
Insecure she feels ,yet undaunted
Never she comprehends his intentions, when appreciated
Feeling on cloud nine, his company she only enjoys
Awesome he looks to her better than other guys.
Tough to make her understand to treat him with disdain
Unrelented she remains though warned time and again
Attraction is fatal , turning one sided love casual
True love is not transient and not his cup of tea
Indifferent she remains and enjoys his company
Outward appearance is deceptive, she understands late
Neurosis she develops, it is her fate.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 22 lipca 2012
Nagging
Nagging is a part of life. None remains aloof. A time comes when someone demands answers from you.
A tear in her eyes make me wonder
a chance for patch up did I squander ?
Never to complain..she, but questioning a lot
neither liked the questions nor liked the thought.
Life gets topsy- turvy, grilling when start
anywhere, anytime, at home or city mart.
when, where, why, how, who, what/s..........
inquisitor always testing your guts.
No chance for atonement
These word invented only for harassment.
Wish these could be wished away,..... but no
Entire life hinges on these, try taking them away.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 27 lutego 2012
Operation- an arostic poetry
Operation scheduled for today postponed for the next day
Patients anxiety could not be weaned away
Experts came again to check their specialised part ofanotomy
Rating the patient fit for the surgery
All of a sudden OT activated to the brim
Tension mounted on paramedics and the nearest kin
In the OT patient was ushered without time to waste
Oxygen was administered with emergent haste, but
None could stop the soul to exit to rest in peace above.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 29 lutego 2012
A park amidst highrise
Mornings and evenings witness
commoners of differentshapes
caste, creed, colour & age
jog, walk, yoga or meditate
groups of female folks assert also
with warlike maneuvers
learning the tricks of karate & judo
and the joggers’ park
shines in the form of oasis
amidst the concrete desert.
Giving eyes a treat towering residents
wowing the architectural marvels around
but devoid of health concerns
keeping their windows open
simply to crane and watch
the images of dwarfedmoversbelow
pondering upon advice of health gurus
yet thinking it a total waste
being on high pedestal, boasting
‘ they arn’t missing anything ?’
Introspection brings them down
to feel and experience
the smell of freshness
the chirping and tweets
the sound of breeze
the rush of blood
the rustle of leaves
the peace of mind
the romance with nature ofdifferent kind
new awakening dawns.
Surrounded by faceless concrete high-rise
the lush green park rejoices
watching homo-sapiens
respecting its existence
for their own existence.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 13 marca 2012
Love Love Love
LOVE LOVE LOVE
Love is bonding between
sisters and brothers
Love is sharing by husbands
and wives
Love is caring of parents
& children
Love is emotional with
everyone else.
Love is potion on the bed
Love is ocean and never dead
Love is in our hearts and in
brain
Love is in blood and in our
veins.
Love happens, can’t be
created
Love is compassion, can’t be
rated
Love is smile, makes us
laugh
Love is deluge, can’t be
hated.
Love is not showing your
assets
Love is different from
bloody lust
Love is not possessiveness
shown
Love is what you give the
best.
Love is not in your eyes
Love is not on your lips
Love is never demanding
Love which is true, never
dips.
Love makes you to sacrifice
Love makes you to survive
Love can’t be gauged by
language
Love makes a dead to revive.
Love knows no frontiers
Love knows no religion
Love has no caste
Love has no region.
Love is passion, love is
respect
Love is forgiveness, love is
peace
Love is power, love is faith
Love is prayer, love if true
never cease.
Love makes you feel wanted
Love makes you get mated
Love makes you feel seduced
Love never makes you
subdued.
Love is everlasting relationship
not infatuation
Love is everything
but punctuation.
Love is not give and take
Love is what you do for
other’s sake
Love makes you feel stronger
Love is God makes you live
longer.
Love is inferno, experience
its pangs
Love is jealous within the
gangs
Love is life, smooth but coy
Love is rain, indulge and
enjoy.
Love is grace, blessing our
progeny
Love is exhilarating, ending
our agony
Love makes us positive,
negating the negatives
Love is symphony bringing
the harmony.
The concept of love can never
be defined
It is so vast and too refined
Love is eternal and never dies
Love makes human sane and wise.
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Tribhawan Kaul, 25 marca 2012
Tamasha (The Show)
Law
takes its own course. Justice is blind. Media’s role is felt wanting.
Standing at a crossroad
looking for her would be
from another caste
he came wearing a hooded cape
shot her point blank
and escaped
stunned onlookers
left aghast.
The police searched motives
fought over jurisdiction
but arrived at conclusion,
“ the deed was lover’s envy
it was open and shut case
she was done to death due to
jealousy.”
So her lover was caught
Who denied the charge
media thundered,” why such haste ?”
And wrote stories not in good taste.
Political connections were sought
every Sohan, Mohan and Devi fought
though there was no coup
the police was put in soup
media smelt a scoop.
Investigations followed
local police to CID* and to CBI*
questions were raised in Assembly
creating din at center
hue and cry in the city
some suggested ‘RAW’*
what a pity ?
Political fallout was great
putting in turmoil every state
demos, rampage and destruction
hartal, rioting and arson
taking heavy toll
with no rhyme or reason.
Several were dead
numerous maimed
a few tried to surrender
but shot in encounter
and all this for
just for one murder !
WHAT A TAMASHA !
Ps :
Accidently
after six months of lull
a man caught
in a cheating case
owned responsibility
having killed her
BEACAUSE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY ! ! !
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*Secret service agencies of India
Strike
copyright Tribhawan Kaul
Tribhawan Kaul, 28 marca 2012
A Girl Child
Foeticide,
infanticide, sex-determination tests and malnutrition to which the a girl child
is subjected to is not uncommon in India though the things are fast improving
now.
A female form
when comes out of womb
is questioned
on her existence.
thrown in the garbage bin
poisoned or abandoned
some, who are retained
to face the cruel world
to shatter the myth
that
we care for the girl child.
Brave survivors face
social injustice
educational stagnation
gender bias
apathy of kith and kin
maltreatment and malnutrition.
Considered a social liability
treated like a glorified maid
till she attains maturity
to be married off
sometimes
before reaching puberty.
Sometimes sold and resold
her miseries remain untold
thrown before social wolves and sharks
trying to snatch a living through the dark
for her own sake or for her family
or for the sake of her siblings
her plight is never ending.
If she fights, she fights alone
no one cares, she dies a lone.
When exposed it becomes a news
everyone competes to share her views
beating the bush, discussions galore
downplaying reality as TRPs* soar.
One who gives the man
his own identity
is always tormented by him
what an irony !
Shouldn’t we fight for her rights?
shouldn’t we make her present and future bright?
shouldn’t we give her joy and happiness
making her life worth living day and night?
GOD BLESS THE GIRL CHILD.
GOD SAVE THE GIRL CHILD.
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Television rating points.
COPYRIGHT TRIBHAWAN
KAUL
Tribhawan Kaul, 30 marca 2012
True Love
A true love is
Neither lust nor greed nor
desire
It is divine building of emotions
Standing tall with
Foundation of trust
Bricks of feeling
Cement of sensitivity
Pillars of grace
A true love flourishes then
Bearing fruit
Ripens
It is evolution
And evolution evolves
Birth of a new creation.
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Copyright 2010 Tribhawan
Kaul
Ostatnie komentarze:
18 maja 2024
kb
jakoś kojarzy mi się z "siostrami wielkiej
18 maja 2024
no chyba że pomieszkuje
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zdaje się że nikt tu już nie mieszka
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bardzo
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orzeźwieni... prawie jak otrzeźwieni... i to
16 maja 2024
violetta
Może w lipcu będę miała takie wakacje:)
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jeśli tylko
słońce w płynie..
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Weronika
Za jeszcze jeden rejs!
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Mam takie oko :)
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Jaga
Zwierzęta upodobniły się do koloru otoczenia
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To naturalny suchy i pustynny klimat. I tam są
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Klimat taki, że nie był i raczej nie będzie,
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kb
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