Sajjad is no longer hey Standing there If you see an empty rickshaw, you will have to jump. Only rickshaws are seen. Some of the babetaksi went to Huss, All passengers are loaded. The empty rickshaw does not travel empty baytexy on the day of the fierce assertion of the Ghiyas. Private cars, microbuses are traveling a lot. Anyone will stop if they raise their hands? I do not think so. The head of Sazzad started to feel empty. He does not understand whether Sunstroke is the previous step. In the head, by the power of the BJ, whoever speaks again - the line of poetry.
Monk satgupta
Under the walls of Mathura
Give it a latent
He recollected this long poem to recite the annual rewards day in class six. Poetry does not remember after the first three lines of the festival day. Hundreds of people have looked at him From behind the wings, Bangla sir said in the voice of what is said! This ass! He started from scratch again. Three lines were stuck again after saying. The smile started from inside the audience. Bangla sir said in anger, "This is the baby, the income goes. She does not leave. Come back and start from scratch again. Again stuck in three lines. It started with fierce laughter. The Bangla sir came from behind the wings and took his hand and hit him. Almost immediately, he remembered the whole poem. Yet, in no time, the poem came in the head and the poem came in the head. Someone in the head rehearsed the whole poem in a deep and heavy neck.
Still the recitation has started. It will not stop if the whole poem is not over. Sajjad is standing. The helplessly listening to the poem - The sun seems to be growing - the road pitch is melting-
Dip of the city,
In closed city municipality,
The stars of the night
Deep clouds disappeared.
Nupurasinita post
Boom
