The poet of this poem is . . . . . . . . cancer.

. . . . . . you read, you cannot pass.

. . . . . . . . I was tired I managed to finish the work.

Rashi . . . . . . . . the newspaper every morning on the train.

Kaushikbhai . . . . . . . . a grain merchant.

Umesh . . . . . . . . break the stick yesterday.

Shraddha . . . . . . . since afternoon.

How . . . . . you . . . . . . this puzzle?

If Bianca hadn't argued, Raghubhai . . . . . . the case.