Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: My sensibilities have grown as inflamed as our giant sun. I am writing poems now because there is nothing else to read except the newspaper, discussing for pages the rumors and ephemera that fume through the city. How can this go on when such moons rise and such suns set? I am living this way because the horror here seems preferable to life in Tarzan's family. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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