Tuesday, October 13

lovely winter

 

Nippy winter. Around surrounded by dense fog,Durei vision was a little tied. then againFog. Dark, white mist..H s s s. . Hot. . Hot. .Ten feet together in the same rhythm is sick.Tiller is the silver,Tiller is life. . . .Two cows in a very bad state of health,As their owner. How clatterThey're shaking, shaking them asOwner. No clothes on them, such asThere is also the owner of them around the bodyTotally empty.Wearing nothing but a torn towel urgency Not.

.Kalim Sheikh to fund these two cows, cow,The piece of land. Sometimes cowsFor both are very upset. CowBody and saw two jirnasirnaMaya takes. Kalim Shaikh of ideasDutorao may see one cow is upset,Maya. They may face nothingCan not say, but sometimes howI gaze at her dirtyThey are looking at!.Hello! The emphasis is on! Kharaili Why?Come on, let's begin to pull. .H s s s. . Hot. . Hot. .Kalim Sheikh cows with both continuousThat is to say, two oxen helmContinued non-stop dragging. The guy plowsGlide land is going to become splintered.Kalim Sheikh big eyesLooking to fragmented soilTo pieces. It is the soil, theA piece of the dream.Dhomyatola white riceDream. . . ..Kalim Sheikh, two sons and two daughters.Married and has two sons, separated.He is married to the daughter dutoraoCelebrities..Many, long before the father Sheikh RajabKalim gave this lanalaYoke. Kalim old times when teensWill. Long, for so many years, the finest of KalimContinues to carry the plow-yoke.The declining part of life in the millenniumThere is no rest, there is no fatigue.There may be fatigue, butHe is simply unwilling to accept it. Why still holds a strong handJibanalanalera handle. . . ..What happens when children cere, aBut not yet Kalim Sheikh cere.Pasnasa years before he wasNo one stormy night. The nightSheikh Kalim still see the bright,He said this day. . . ..Kalim Shaikh, what is the age of sixteen and seventeen.What is a difficult disease RajabSheikh. There is no longer any hope of surviving. DayHe cried all night, todayDuring his last night. DeathHe would like to see the face of his wife.So rush that night, KalimSheikh is married to a nearby village"Nasimon Bewa with". NachimaneraThere was a little black skin color. So BasaraKalim Shaikh's face at night nachimanakeSome were black.Outside much and then the skyBlack may have had. Super startStorm. The storm stopped early,He went to the Sheik's life RajabLamp. What a strange thing!Sensing he had been beforeDeath!.H s s s. . Hot. . Hot. .Kalim tears. UnexpressedTone, he said, how are youAbba. .And on the north side of the pond, surrounded by shrubsParatara looked at. ThereSheikh Rajab asleep last pasnasa yearOver. . . ..Many of the finest things in life-long KalimLost, ManyCere him gone. But theBlack girl by his side still remains.Kalim Sheikh cere sat the helm.Around him mistIt encompassed. Kalim SheikhGive more than you know NasimonWill be with him at any time,May be addressed to the other side. LastPasnasa years of black meyetaiHad illuminated the lives of theThe dim light..Kalim Sheikh was not thinking,How Non NasimonThe days of harvest. Every dayWho will wake up in the morning encashed? Who DrinkKhili will make? Returning to workGold will wipe the sweat after the apron?A palm tireless wings airCan it? Who is the woman drink the moonListen to the story? Do not sleep on the factBini cut? When the night of the stormDad will remember, whenWho will comfort him?.A moment of urgency nachimanakeYou can not imagine Kalim Sheikh. ThatThe slow death of NasimonGoing forward, but nothingNot to be. . . ..Kalim SheikhSobbed and wept. .Guy looked footpaths have two neckSide. What a strange thing! Probably bothHow wet eyes. . ! !.There sun was coming up. Fog started to recedeSaid. The soft glow around the sunGradually becoming. Kalim SheikhSeventy one stood up decrepit chumichumiBody. Pottery piecesFrozen dew notice noticeDots started to dry slowly.Getting dryKalim Sheikh has hidden kothareSmall eyes tears..H s s s. . Hot. . Hot. .The dream never dies,Do not ever stop.Two cows on the shoulderIs moving forward with the yoke, plow. ThatKalim Sheikh is moving forward with a dream.Many more days of nachimanakeTo live the dream. . . .

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