Poetry about childhood //happy childhood //

How heartbreaking it was when Dede's house was destroyed
That calf and his hundred seasons were invented in meditation

It's a matter of fame, otherwise think about it
How man

y bloods have been shed so far

Where do you come from in the absence of juicy lips?
Understand that once upon a time kisses helped

You are my own fool, I am your own self
In this relationship, we both became baseless of this love

I have a wave, but it is like this, O Ghancha Dahan
You left the garden of the heart, the buds became uneducated

There is no lover in Ishq Mohalla now
How many killers shouted and shouted last season

We have beaten our hearts and we keep on walking
We were heartbroken, bloody, we were not executed

The reflection of your body has made us light, O narrow robe
We remembered all the moles on your body

Have you ever thought that it will happen?
How many houses were destroyed on your paid population?

Everything that was recorded was from the distance of the lips
When the lips met the lips, they immediately became speechless

What do the coaches do to the squatters?
Go live! The Pharaohs were furious

Blow up the dust in the cities and make noise
When did the deserts you are thinking of perish?

That solitude scattered in directions ... that color population of the heart
That is, those who had roofs and doors were completely surrounded

Thou hast slain the right of the wolves
Sheikh !! We are the true Syeds

Thanks to beloved :

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