Confidentiality times have come to an end very soon
While
Under the intersection of the poet’s spiritual thoughts,
Thousands of poetic manuscript manuscripts are used to fill the words
Then
Kabir boghuraree hiding like a shoopopaara neck and neck.

How cruel the night is in the quiet depths of the night
While

Masked people become puppy,
Poets are drowned in a dream pale in the darkness of the night
Then
The kingdoms of the state lay on neutrophils.

What to do with hundreds of thousands of words folded in the fold
Poetry build
The gray manuscript will be on the rusty table
Become frozen

Still, the confidence of the poet will wake up one day
New freshness in the new dawn covers the horizon,
Dogs hang on to the gallows
In sequence, each day covers a whole day.

Dream travelers will scare away
From the entire city to the city center
The prawn broke,
Poet will fall asleep at a time
Ending tired life
Confuse yourself.

 

Masked people become puppy,
Poets are drowned in a dream pale in the darkness of the night
Then
The kingdoms of the state lay on neutrophils.

What to do with hundreds of thousands of words folded in the fold
Poetry build
The gray manuscript will be on the rusty table
Become frozen