poem

To get away with the eyes, search poet poet,
Tell him the name.
Do not need to be a sweet girl, Champa,
If you bring Tareq's Timpa
Tantana eyes, Shabanur mixes,
The cheeks find a toll-full moon.
Laughing laughing lips will fall on the lips
Finding love is love-whatever hand will hold.
Smile laughing - I have to break down,
So genuine girl - I do not get to Asia
Do I become a doctor, what will I do,
Tareq's son-in-law, turn around in the bill.