perfection

Filled to the brim that day,
      I have heard that the Bedonas are calling in this city
              On the brick hill
There was no one to give
   . Peronah
         . The obstruction in the instrument was in the sense of tired exhaustion
          Sook's favorite value is no longer in the shadow of the fog
   The purpose of time is in the hin procession
 
You will make me feel that old age
    . And not Aadhaar you
Filled when called in a dream
      The mind is endlessly colorful
In one festival