The End

By doing good, son will find good,
If you bow down,
So many will kill,
And if the girl also spoke yes,
Even then, this love of his play will only run for some time.
At the end, it will come at a time when the father of that girl will know
about your love story and after that he will make your bone fiber,
then with his memories you can grind mill in the prison.
You will be seen
something will be your love story end
the end

Murari Lal
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