I fail to identify myself. The harsh winds take away the softness of my skin. I still don’t care. The sun burns me, but I still tolerate. The longing nights chill me. I say I can stay for counting on the days when I meet u. “Missing U” so much that I have forgotten everything even myself My love, “do u feel the same?” Tell me or else I got to die or better know? Love is a magic I guess I found now and I am ready to give away my life for this magic. Won’t me live without you….
hi bro.yea hora ok yeha pkr ma pani dashai ko chahapahal cha ni bro.ani mero ta thikai cha me fine n u bro. ani tapai lai pani "HAPPY BIJAYJA DASHAMI" la.n have good day.