Aaabhi Tho Busy Hoo Bacho
Aaabhi tho busy hoo bacho
Time passes in memories
Fill colors in flower of my pain
Forgot the taste of fruits
She scare to be die if not able to complete my thirst
chopping of Onion leaves tear,
Baha comes when pain goes
Bus do wait till i come
one day you miss my clothes and design
AAbhi tho busy hoon bacho,
Don't think will vanish like smoke
comes like fog in winter,
Will always see 7 colors in rain
Will come to add 8th in that
By touch touch feel feel of your body
Will design and make you swoon and melt
Palu Na oodana Abhi Gunghat oodane aaooga.
Let me leave Dear madams and gentleman
AAbhi tho busy hoon bacho
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
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