Both friends-
Pappu and feku,
Both mad.
And with madness
We are here
To compromise.
Pappu and feku,
Both- as white as
Coal.
To cook
They both are
Ready.
And our kitchen
Smiles.
Both hot-
Pappu and feku,
Both are
On the street now
And ready to do
Any work.
And to warm
Pappu and feku
We are to dance
In evm.
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