It rains sweet words
Boys without creation.
She has writing in Kushti
Naughty.
Think of a boy
He said: Look at me
I should not tell her
These things to the mother.
Hearing this, my mind
Hugel is sad to die.
If this is the boy
May be in danger.
Nowadays its like
That's how everything is.
Postage gets worse
Don't say that to him.
Then I tell you
Listen well.
Among your friends
Just play like that.
It's like that on the road
Do it or not.
He got laughing
Some one interested.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem