POEM
They were quarreling in the middle of the forest.
The forest was called big forest.
It was Thulo Baan of ours .
We are not quarreling.
We cut the wood nicely.
We cut the wood with happiness.
The cutting of big forest is trimming the jungle.
POEM
They were quarreling in the middle of the forest.
The forest was called big forest.
It was Thulo Baan of ours .
We are not quarreling.
We cut the wood nicely.
We cut the wood with happiness.
The cutting of big forest is trimming the jungle.
