POEM People destroy the wood. They need the wood . They call me to cut

POEM Our forefathers have not done good in marriage. They are blind eye to do

POEM Sarash is combing its hair with clean and it has its better personality. It

POEM Bread making is in Magh. It is festival of Hinduism. Bread making is really

POEM I am searching the fore fathers from villagers. I am interesting to know and

POEM Forest cutting is duty to burn wood. And then four days I go to

POEM Trimming Jungle means not to make naked the jungle. Then there is quarrel in

POEM I cut the wood in the forest and they are quarreling. They were throwing

POEM They were quarreling in the middle of the forest. The forest was called big