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Khirman, 5 vols. (collection of Urdu ghazals)

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Khairabadi, Muztar

Publisher: Javed Akhtar

USD 372.25

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Title: Khirman, 5 vols. (collection of Urdu ghazals)

Author: Khairabadi, Muztar

ISBN 13: 9788192693927

ISBN 10: 8192693929

Year: 2015

Pages etc.: 1948p., 25cm.

Binding: Hardbound

Is Set: Yes

Place of publication: New Delhi

Publisher: Javed Akhtar

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