The thick green sari hanging on your body.

That gorgeous red tip on the forehead.

Am I leaving you anymore?

Can I go somewhere?

You are my flag, my agricultural delta.

Dream in the palm of your hand - you smell of aman paddy

You paint my painting.

The rhythm of verse writing is all those words.

The first word on the child's face.

The number of rivers of your milk in the chest is thirteen hundred.

From the mountains to the plains that namih

Your chin is awake like a new char

You are mine, I am yours in love.

That's how you put it all around

Wherever I go, you are the only one!

I feel your breath even in the dark,

Even in the first light of dawn!

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