Today I brought another poem with you and the name of the poem is Shikar.

Hello friends, how are you? I hope everyone is well. Today I brought another poem with you and the name of the poem is Shikar.

So let's start with the story of the roots, friends. I hope if you have done this story then you will definitely like reading the story so my only request and dedication to all is that you will read the wow story of this poem.

The sun has risen in the neighborhood of Kachi Palash. On the way to Khana Baul's arena on the way to Dhokla, the sun stopped.

He told me not to tell him to go, he taught me the importance of learning in the branches of education to complete the immense power.

Who knows what happened to the parrot-tree-parrot-bird?

I asked him to draw a picture. What happened, Master? Then the gram boot fell off. There were no pictures of all the trees and when I sat down, I picked it up and held it in my hand.

The rising of the sun before the setting of the sun is the rising of the sun. Two eyes in the light of a small sun. Why don't you hear how much I call you?

I saw you in the cold and wind. Don't spend more nights in the clouds. You don't know how much I love you.

I have written your name in my heart in my heart.

Die opkoms van die son voor die ondergang van die son is die opkoms van die son. Twee oë in die lig van 'n klein son. Hoekom hoor jy nie hoeveel ek jou bel nie?

Ek het jou in die koue en wind gesien. Moenie meer nagte in die wolke deurbring nie. Jy weet nie hoe lief ek jou het nie.

I'm not you, boy, that's what you said, you can't say that, you can't say that, you can't say that, it's better to say that, so I don't understand, it doesn't matter.

If you are happy, why shouldn't I have it without you? I'm happy to be with you.

I have given the answer of bricks in stone to the garland of the heart. What do you think I will do? Defeat the heart.

I wish you had a cloudy night, a cloudy sky, a sweet breeze, I was alone, why don't you meet me.

Ek het die antwoord gegee van stene in klip aan die krans van die hart. Wat dink jy sal ek doen? Verslaan die hart.

Ek wens jy het 'n bewolkte nag gehad, 'n bewolkte lug, 'n soet briesie, ek was alleen, hoekom ontmoet jy my nie.

This is my poem, I don't know how you feel, Babita. If you like it, you can make your love.

An intense longing for love in my heart I love you and my darling if you want I will go where are you two together?

I ended the poem with a small person and with a ball in my mouth. Is it ever possible to think about the fact that there is a tree in the poem, so I ended the poem here today