Once There Was A
Hungry Kutta
He Stole A Peice Of
Boti By Chacha Diimu
Shop
Then He Durki Lai &
Reach Ob Th Bridge
Of Naala
He Saw Another Kutta
In Water With Boti
His Thoughts Were
Kuttian Aali
He Maari Jo Chaal Wich
Tey He Lost His Own
Boti
I will lend you my shoulder for you to cry on, my ears to listen to you, my hand for you to hold, my feet to walk with you but i can not lend you my heart because it already belongs to you.
