I have just retired in this world - I'm a poet of the heart
I'm one; I washed my body in the darkness of the sea alone;
I love the sunny sunshine, in the field of Kartik - grass in the grass
I walked like a fiddle - I saw the girl's yellow turmeric
Tears - Shed the sofa in the chest with red on its chest
The roar of the skyline is filled with the new riddle
Newbie Beginning: The river speaks of the ripple - yet speaks,
But I do not know his words are foggy - nobody can hear that.
Sitting in the clouds of a ranga satin - or not listening to someone, in a fog
All its deleted; One day I will clear the spectrum;
Still, I sat down after the green grass; Love; In love hope
I can hear the sound of the feet; Harvesting of bitter fruit
I will give these things to someone; Slow grass alone - alone to stand alone
All these things; When it comes to sleep, then sleep then.