When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity.. — Munia Khan
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity.. — Munia Khan
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity.. — Munia Khan
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity.. — Munia Khan
When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity.. — Munia Khan
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When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..

— Munia Khan
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