My leg Ali

My leg Ali


They are returning to the fight,
With thousands pal.
With a red carpet will
Amcalakhani whereabouts.
What a joy to see,
Their razzle-dazzle.
Bring forward a little way,
Lamp burning torch.
They are returning with great joy,
Moved dancing moved.
Uracche the plume,
Raising both hands in the air.
How long that they do not eat,
Good or bad puddle.
How many terms that ramdhalo mother,
Never heard anyone admit.
It sudhaya her mother,
Empty-handed meal.
Accumulation in the chest,
Daly thousand words.
How many breast bharalo,
Kauro remained empty.
When will you come,
Ali, my leg?