Wednesday, May 31, 2017

The Romantic Poem

At the end of my village was lost in the busli
Looking at the Hatha in search of load sheding countries
I went to the leader, have you?
Do not touch your hand or take the 'current'.
I went to the city and left the city to grieve over
I see, there is no boomali begum, there is no place!
Do not burn the bulbs, the fridge does not stop, the fan is closed
The elderly are all sweaty, the little whine.
A lot of voices on Facebook, how to get kanata
Where is Bijli Begum suddenly going and coming?
I went to the leader of the lamp to hopefully burn
The nation wants to know when to fall in darkness.
The minister said, "I have heard;
And a lot of the time, the juice of the garlic!

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