Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
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
