Krz
Krz
To my dad
He holds my hand to give
Me his krz
He is smart like a Catherine wheel made his dreams in a
Krz
He only runs hole life to give
& fill his own roads of krz
Someone told me never ever take krz
He never ever give me a clean
Roads of my aim because of his butter krz
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Copyright © Jagdish Bajantri | Year Posted 2017
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