HABEEBURAHMAN Thaliyil (24 06 1984 / Thaleekkara)
When i enjoy each puffs at the verandah of a theater leaning against the wall....
A child pass by covered his face and nose
I felt, i was killed,
The night, when was about to kiss my love in the bed
She turned herself sighing so deeply,
I felt i was killed.
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