A group of rogue

A group of rogue


Great joy out of the neck,
Takadhika takadhida shaking hands and feet
They dance.
A group of rogue.
They Pakistani,
On every hit,
Perfidy started.
Came to take away the language,
Can not say that word,
I am dumb rule, exploiting,
I do not know pain.
The coward is a coward,
They are not slaves.
At fought race tomorrow tomorrow,
Its history.
Bahannate they were understood,
How tough this race.
Not only the mother's bhasarao
How many fans that they are.
If not, they do so on the streets,
Can pour out the blood?
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