Free yourself from the curse called me and be good in your own city.

Mayawati, how far is my distance from you? If you calculate it, you will see that you are mingling with every breath of my silence. I always touch you from so far away -

Who gets you so much like me, tell me?

You know, Brithi is my wish, retired.
At the end of the burial of the will,
I have to go back soon,
I am in a hurry to leave.

Well, don't listen, Brithi, keep yourself free from the curse called me and be good in your own city. I don't live in your city. But you will remain my every continuous poem. 😊