-a new poet kept his pen name -zakhmi-the wounded-, one fine day he reached his friend"s house and knocked on the door, the host from inside shouted his question who was there
-the visitor friend replied -the wounded zakhmi
-again from the inside the man shouted his instructions to go to the near by hospital
-the visitor friend replied -the wounded zakhmi
-again from the inside the man shouted his instructions to go to the near by hospital
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