I could have rained too
Only you will get wet in Abela
So I remained a piece of cloud.
Poems and songs
In mind or soul
Only you and you
On the wings of a butterfly
I draw the sun.
In the forest, in the forest, in the rapids of the river
In the season of changing colors of desire
I find winter sleep
In disguise and with perfect acting.
I did a lot for the next one
Only in a selfish and stupid country
In return, the custom moves on
In the sad dress of worn-out feelings.
Poison tree in the land of your will
Born and you are fascinated
With great care towards the back of the house
Tulsi also forgets its form.
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There stood my tears
The hand makes a sore throat
And procession after procession goes on
Yet the pitch on the highway melts in the scorching sun.
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