Hello friends, today I will share a poem with you. I hope everyone will like it and everyone will enjoy it.

Lying is not a lie. Some lies are true. Generosity is to drive freedom to be true.

The police say freedom, they say lies again, the police say freedom, they say lies, we poor people understand my hunger, I don't understand any of this, but there are police during the day and I also call.

I spent the day like this and spent the night like this. The rest of the year was spent in Kalbat. I flew to Bauma for the same freedom or independence. Then I went to Ghanta.

When my hapata people see the police car, the police say, what is your name?

It was the day to raise the flag of Babu. At the police station, Darogababu was hoisting the flag.

Darogababu shoes on the neck went under Barabi. You don't know. I know you don't listen. This is freedom, this is your freedom.

It is necessary to understand who is called freedom, who is called inferiority, who is called freedom, who is called freedom.

Angarpara is dark in the earthen room because of the demand for palm leaves when it rains at night in the jungle palace.

So I saw the babu of Khargpur town very well. The police car told the police what is your house, what is your name, Tilaka, I am smart today.

Sweet Monda 33 You have eaten a lot of things in it. Let's eat another food in the jail this time.

The story is not mine, but I write it like me. No matter how many stories come and go, he still gets to the root of the bot.

Looking at the tree, I went to see if I was in your house today.

Today either I have not written and I will not write more with you and the next day I will write slowly in another soul slowly until you all feel it.

Wait, friend, I will come and hear your story again.

Hallo vriende, vandag deel ek 'n gedig met julle, ek hoop almal sal daarvan hou en almal sal dit geniet.

Lieg is nie 'n leuen nie. Sommige leuens is waar. Vrygewigheid is om vryheid te dryf om waar te wees.

Die polisie sê vryheid, hulle sê weer leuens, die polisie sê vryheid, hulle sê leuens, ons arm mense verstaan ​​my honger, ek verstaan ​​niks hiervan nie, maar daar is polisie in die dag en ek bel ook.

Ek het die dag so deurgebring en so oornag.Die res van die jaar is in Kalbat deurgebring.Ek het na Bauma gevlieg vir dieselfde vryheid of onafhanklikheid.Toe is ek Ghanta toe.

Wanneer my hapata-mense die polisiekar sien, sê die polisie, wat is jou naam?

Dit was die dag om die vlag van Babu te hys.By die polisiestasie was Darogababu besig om die vlag te hys.

Darogababu skoene op die nek het onder Barabi gegaan Jy weet nie Ek weet jy luister nie Dit is vryheid, dit is jou vryheid.

Dit is nodig om te verstaan ​​wie vryheid genoem word, wie minderwaardigheid genoem word, wie vryheid genoem word, wie vryheid genoem word.

Angarpara is donker in die erdekamer vanweë die aanvraag na palmblare wanneer dit snags in die oerwoudpaleis reën.

So ek het die baba van Khargpur dorp baie goed gesien.Die polisiemotor het vir die polisie gesê wat is jou huis, wat is jou naam, Tilaka, ek is slim vandag.

Sweet Monda 33 Jy het baie dinge daarin geëet Kom ons eet hierdie keer nog 'n kos in die tronk.

Die storie is nie myne nie, maar ek skryf dit soos ek. Maak nie saak hoeveel stories kom en gaan nie, hy kom steeds by die wortel van die bot uit.

Toe ek na die boom kyk, het ek gaan kyk of ek vandag in jou huis is.

Vandag óf ek het nie geskryf nie en ek sal nie meer saam met jou skryf nie en die volgende dag skryf ek stadig in 'n ander siel stadig totdat julle almal dit voel.

Wag, vriend, ek sal weer jou storie kom hoor.

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