Atah's Netbook writes in whole letters-
Seeing him in a unstable room in a unstable room.
A small house made of iron.
There is no addition to the outside world.
The room is just rising and coming down.
It's coming and it's rising.
People are tired-
There is no fatigue in this house.
In such a house, there was a basilara basara.
A house of iron
No snakes can enter it.
You can not say, you sin. All the pleasures of the world are sin.
Pure happiness Gloomy
The stars of the sky will do good things.
Because they were created to do good.
Iron was looking for a way to get into the house.
At that moment, Behula told her husband, what happened, why are you so worried?
And then a yarn snake entered.
We whispered to give a suggestion.
Lakhindar had to die because he did not hear the advice?
I met him in a restless house.
The room just got up. And named after it.
I went to tell him - listen, do not you think
Is this room actually our house?
You're no one else, you're a fool.
That's what you love to say to me
A yolk snake coming out of the ointment will bite me.
Keep me alive. Please do not say anything.
At the end of the poem, Atahara got to sleep. It happens all the time. It takes such fatigue. That's why he needs his pillow to write poetry. Poetry ends - Till a pillow from the bottom of the chest and sleep long under the head. Today there is no pillow. He will have to sleep on a hard floor. Sunsan silence around Cold floors, broken air, comfortable breeze coming - Athara fell asleep. He sleeps until evening.
The house is completely dark. The balcony in the balcony is burning The narrow line of light has come to the floor with a gaping door gap. Pinch the Pinch of the State Mosquito The fact that mosquitoes can not be raised in eight-storches, this information proved to be wrong. In the age of modern technology, they used to lift the elevator and came to the eight-storied and drinking blood of Kabir.
Atah's house closed down the stairs and came downstairs. Bluesday is still there. Looking at everything in the eye of doubt. Looking at Athara, his eyebrows were crushed. Atahara went ahead. Move forward in such a way that a friend of a familiar friend is moving forward.
