Blowing flowers in front of the eyes, flying bees,
I'm holding a living toy,
Yes I'm talking about a human baby.
The story of Kumar's single dense dark story-
A human child and a single mud,
Human relief in the same rhythm.
Efficient puppy, like being well-mannered,
Drawing in the face, the body is in a form,
The grammar comes in variation in the form of structured structure,
The mud is the pot, the birds are, the flowers are the fruits,
Bahari ceramic is made, an unlimited story of sadness.
Mummy Sukumar was created by the innovative new coloring of different colors,
All the debt is basically the same thing.
Today, I stand beside the dirt-free forest of mud-
I'm thinking of the hard-to-reach clay,
There is nothing in the form of neglect, here,
In the green garden in the street, dry ground rubbing everywhere,
It is very difficult to roll around and collapses in the dark
Entertainment
Kamalapur Station is seen in the clay dalai.
Human civilization is progressing in time -
Just do not feel like scavenging our stomach,
We are not in the busy work of sowing seed,
This time around, the whispering about
Thinking about the untimely farming mindset,
They are in need of care.
Since no good mold has been done,
The color of a colorful minded dealer is warm
Because of not touching him, he is prematurely sick.
Due to the absence of care, the fundamental nature of the dry coatings.
Children are beautiful children, infant child child infinity,
Children are infatuated, young children are soft
Children's happiness child's face is reflected in the sound of the honeymoon,
Child humanity is the living God.
Childless Non-
To cultivate him is like a skilled farmer,
Absolutely compassion, to measure the child in human fits
Nipun is very strong to bring in sweat,
The fundamental tune is to fill the pedestal of the child.
If you love flowers, love tunes,
If you love baby smile smile.
Be careful in the ears of the peasant peasants,
The child will become uninhabitable for the next.
