Story of coloured bangles

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 colored glass bangles

It suits in the hands of white.

Bangles are the makeup of fair

She flaunts wearing it.


by banging bangles

He recognised my presence 

don't say anything with your mouth

Just the bangle rattles.


hear the tinkling of bangles

My hunny is also unable to live.

looking here and there

Secretly come near.


Bangles are my bells.

Whenever I poke it.

understand my dear

i call them to me

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