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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 6/24/2016 5:19:00 AM
Gunghat oodane aaoonga ... wonderful line of poetry ... It is difficult to translate the flavour in English ... Great ! ...
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