aashishameya
11-01-2007, 01:09 AM
Hungry were the people
They ate like a pig
Till the end of last grain
They were licking the pot
One can eat it, enjoy it
As much he wants
She is a source of eternal pleasure
Whose soul is wounded.
They ate like a pig
Till the end of last grain
They were licking the pot
One can eat it, enjoy it
As much he wants
She is a source of eternal pleasure
Whose soul is wounded.