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Saayad eklo huda sumyataa pyaro lagthiyo
hola ra eklopanle maunata magthiyo
tara jaba dekhi saath paye unko
ujyalo kam lagna thalyo junko
ho ajhai kura garchhu junsanga
sunauchhu junlai uni danga
bhayeko kahani
ra uni udas bhayeko kuraharu
hamro jivanko tukraharu
tara uni ahile maun chin
laaamo lagna thalyo din
pani ra ajhai laamo chha raat
mero sano apamaanjanak baat
le dukhayo unko chitta
unko chitra pani bolna chodyo
ra dukhyo mero man
jaba unko hasho nai thiyo mero dhan
maile unko man dukhaye
ra unko maunatama aafno pida paaye
yadi mero chittanai yeti dukhyo bhane
unko chitta kati dukhyo hola bhanne jaba chaal paye
dherai chot khaye ra kasam khaye
ki uno man dukhaune chhuina kahilei
matra euta mauka paaye bhane
feri tyo galti dohoryaune chhuina
unko maunata lyaune chhuina
#batman (well this event was a around a week or two ago. I misbehaved and she was hurt. We almost stopped talking. It was my fault and I swore on my  grandpa’s grave that I won’t repeat the same mistake again. She has already given me plenty of chances…not gonna svrew up again)
- yakaa jujaan

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Beep-ish said…
get them typos looked at myan
December 19, 2018 at 8:42 AM
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