Lala, you know about women's colors,
Neil you see the clouds removed from the sky.
In the poem you imagine the form of rhyme,
Who wants to see your thoughts ..
His soft light with the sun gives you sweet face,
Any address will send a letter to love .. !!
Everything is as rosy as possible--
When you come, you are busy with leisure.
Pigeons fly in the roof of your house,
Every night in the jootsna, your porch ..
Air conditioning brings air to the open hair,
This is my imagination only love you ..