When I visited in Bir
I felt first the fear
Like a tiny mouse in a town
Surrounded by some cats of the brown
But uneven buildings beside the road
And also some temples of the god
Vanished my fear as a flash
Like water mix with the ash
People from the street watched me by wondering
When I and few friends were playing the racing
Like a few children on the field of playing
Where the people are watching with gay of blessing.
When I left-from Bir
I shed first the tear
Like a small child from the village
Brought in the school at six age.
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