Falgun in the heart Md. Danesh Ali

That falgun Smell fire in rhythm This is the crown of the flower Bumblebees in branches Shame on the clouds. A. That falgun Hundreds of colors in the village. That Kukila Nayan, the magical foot The heart can wander How can I be a friend if my heart is deprived. A. That spring crow Good morning Haq, A fire in that falgun Kukila kuhu kuhu gun How sahib sakhi Alone in the background. A. That bleeding The style of Saut is different Come to my door What will Moray do?