Poem
Gokul Nag.
No departure from the autumn of departure - Shefali,
Do not knit Ashby's Kamal-Dipali,
You heard friends fluttered songs
Haley's farewell swelling swelling!
Look at the face of the moon
Sleeping fish
Nightlife mysteries; Chunha Sattalal
He is your guide. Himali-Sajal
Chayapath-Bithi Dia Shefali Dalia
El tah Maya bride is pain-awakening!
El Tshroh Hemne, El Fool-Kosa
Dew-timer-night; Sense-sigh
Zhao-shaqa wet air shadow-Kuhaili
Tears-eyed, ill-fated
Chest pain pain-worm pishil that day!
The cry did not come in the eye,
It's got the house, it's blood stained
Hopeless love, language tears!
Friends, your life is a virgin, Ashwin
How many days a widow is a widow,
In what day is the mercury of the day
Jhaar went on the braggery,
I do not know; I do not know, in your life
Laughing b "night-night, unknown jewelry
Ebay started the journey, O pahadasi!
What is the banana in the house without flute?
Called, you know. Mora just know
The whole leg of your weeping!
He used to make a dust-puff
Your footprint
Rehia Rahia
Remember how much! Today you are not
Mora is on my footsteps just like that
I've been looking for that hot post-line,
Here is the history written in it.
I do not know what people are you today
Listen to my song O poet birhi!
Where is the infinite Sahara of inquiry,
The night of waiting, the moon, the sun, the stars,
Crossed away alone unlimited?
Those who call on behind you, say,
'Friend of Shefali, dew!
Take your journey today and make friends
Remember our tears!
Can you hear what you can do?
Who is listening to the sound of the heart?
How far are you, where are you?
Lok-ray, or he is in this heart of the country
Do you know the boundaries of the house?
Hear the heart of the heart sitting in the heart?
Lots of sun and moon are not lost,
Whatever the friend, do not lose!
That way, those paths are dark memories,
All there is! Not only that, but it is the only thing that can be done
Every new celebration of love,
The more loved ones are found in the ever-loved ones-
There is no original, on-nothing, clenchiness - no satisfaction -
The more you want - the more you want, -
That addiction, that honey-jugged pull
The new expedition to Kalpolko, -
All have taken friends! He is a man,
She does not laugh and shout!
Today the soul is in a house
The emptiness of zero is in the king, the book is full! ....
O youngest, off-line-of-life.
Maybe it's not going on the desert,
Maybe you're new again
Catch up; Will be blessed
Saraswati! It's not pain,
How many messages have come, gone, how much fate,
How many will come again Just think
We want you, blood-time!
You waste it 'that non-verbal message
Anand-Vir, bring yourself a winner
It's a tax levy, but it does not,
Where is the pain of the heart!
Where the emptiness of the vacuum is silent
Gumri returned 'Gumri', mind-blowing!
It is the gift of all those people,
Pain is not a friend! That damage one
Where's the sunshna? This is not true,
Mora lost, friend, friend, dear, brother ...
The joy of the poet is no sadness,
Those people who are happy to be happy!
You art artist you've seen the poet,
They did not drink, and they did not drink!
They have seen 'Pathak', they did not see 'Gokul'
It is a happy and happy place of the day!
Today is Mora Prana ", we do not know
Gokul-he was an artist's poet, a poet!
Smiley tears in my heart
Gokulya fell-so tears drop!
Do not expect the language to be hungry, no hunger,
Pure pottery, Sudha,
Do not drink all the taste of life-
Afternoon ambassador arrived! As much as thirsting
Kadil catch 'catch, do not want to go!
To get rid of all the nerves!
Pull the knot to catch! Fluidity
Water is all about the air in the air!
Do not say, 'Do not go'
So much attraction is in this water
You felt the nature-Dulal!
Busted to leave, red in red
Is the torn soul! Friends, that blood pain
Raya went down on our chest Hetha!
O young man, O Arun, the artist is beautiful,
Suma-peak at midday
Thirsty thirsty near Kailash,
Pele seen Sunder, Swarga-Ganges
Maybe thirsty, maybe again
Hunger! -So come on the cross-pass
Or maybe it's painful today,
Tears-Sarasvati, you are kurubak!
O traveler-friend mo, o dear my,
Where people live
Tears / memories of Reba-Kole,
Give it to you!
Sundarahara meditator in the thupas of the beautiful
Those who are proud of poverty,
Those who are proverb 'selfless'
Those who do not create, build,
The prank
This easy-to-remember is a memorable day
Accept the poet, as admitted
You were in their life!
No, they are not actors, country leaders,
Their lack of creativity, bires,
They do not have money, capitalism,
No big arrangement, no ruckus;
There is tears, there is love, there are chest-wounds,
So be happy, friends are blessed!
Those who are on average, who build palaces
The trophy is on them, their respect.
In two days, their fabric was broken
Kinn 'is the creator who is in the secret place
Creating a nation, creating a nation, creating people
Unbeknownst Talking balloons
Those who are baffled by the Bahadur,
They will find the garamas kasari!
'Today' is not true, what is it?
There is history, there is unreasonable, whatever
On the other hand, the throne,
There you will meet all the worldmen.
Today they are not friends, they are, then -
Not to be worshiped - just remember Karinu today.
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