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haat ta chuteko chhaina
saath pani tuteko hoina
saayad dherai samaya nabheteko le hola
futdai chha mero manma yaad ka gola
coffee ko tito swaad jastai
ho tyestai
chha timro yaad
rakshi le bhanda badhi dinchha maat
bhaat pani ruchdaina malai
dinchha malai tadhpai
tara tyehi tadhpaima chha aananda
timro tyo manda-manda
muskaan ko jhajhalki auchha
ani hamro saath ko yaad le satauchha
kadha coffee pani guliyo lagna thalyo
hare shiva! maile yo kun baato apnaiyo? 
pidama pani khushi dekhchhu ma
ra tyehi bhavlai paanama lekhchhu ma
ho pirdaayak chha
tara tyehima aananda chha
tito coffee khayepachhi aune guliyo jastai
timro yaad chha tyestai tyestai
#promise
#rikson_daiko_coffee
-yakaa: jujaa:

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