archana paneru's song

I Was a sorghum-ray. Ray was very rogue weary of sorghum rises fluttering from a tree, and another tree and goes to waste, thupukka a branch is not living. The debt settlement Dad are so shocked ray.

One thing, small sorghum was always played a fluttering fly-ray

"Look Dad, I have the floor once I was stoned by daiba camp free" - a small carile Uncle decrees that had udeki fluttering fluttering.

"Little more nauda then aljhincheu tree branches Free" was mamule samjhaudai.

Then all of a sudden it is.

It is little more than crushed sorghum daiba thokiin Ray floor.

The Little Black Cat and the floor was a small ray.

The small dam and the little kyats faint ray Free dhannai hayanga.

And so it is too small dam Provision (fear) about Ray free.

Later that day, sorghum and small ray of understanding basecha.

The small dam and then mamule of the Po kinidinubhaecha Ray.

Listen to the story of the golden garland of flowers garland, Ananta aijala immediately when the loss of paradise.

Education: Many were flirtatious grief found free, is to be wise.