Mistri has many snow here, similar to a little rabbit playing in white sheets. 

I sit alone in a measure of smoke in a measure of smoke, 

I see the eyes of the smoke, remaining in the yard, Amalina 

grin look even with the face, the love of love, thump out, far away, far from the defenseless. 

My mom is languid in the hands of the Pandabata, how the eyes of the window are found according to the exhausted, 

furthermore, what she supposes just the mother realizes that 

the most loved canine of the house, whose name is Bhulu, additionally shakes her head with an immense murmur of shaking. 

Yellow 

grain on my extravagant blossom, Sadaya, a tanked fragrance that conveys a searing breeze that passes seven Suksadura, my ice in this cool little town. 

I might want to see a youthful yellow dress, red-yellow check sarees, jamrul bloom 

pressing, and searching for the young fellow playing the whistle in the electrical discharge pontoon. 

Also, with the darling sweetheart, I continued envisioning the account of losing the tunes of the bamboo in the night 

winter evening, the smell of wood coals in the hands of the straw, with the assistance of a straw, is taken in the firecrackers of the earth . What have you overlooked everything? In the light of the neon lights, the slopes of the city can be hauled and suffocated; what can be overlooked in the vast base of the city? One of the ice is forlorn and desolate , and it is a lovely call to life. Abba, Ma, Bhulu, Shiuli Phulera, The Panshiwala, Dear Friends, The glow of the night and night wake up . I'm fine too ... Viqaroon Nisa: Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada.