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