Dad said to leave the town ... everyone said to leave Paro ... Paro said to leave alcohol ... today you said leave the mansion ... one day will come when they will say, to leave the world itself

Who the hell drinks to tolerate ... I drink so that I can sit here, so that I can see you, so that I can tolerate you

Mr. Chunni I have lived my part of the life, now I am just there for the sake of my heartbeats ... what to say to these people of the world, who disagree even on my last breathe

I don't care when someone calls the heart sores as poetry ... but it bothers when they praise it

A woman is a mom, a sister, a wife, a friend ... and when she is nothing, then she is a prostitute

Even the moon does not show so much pride

I have done the business of love many a times ... but I have loved only once

I used to remember you a lot when one thing used to happen ... (when) ... whenever I used to breathe

You talked about sight and stole my heart ... I thought you were a statue, but you made me hear a beat

How easily you said that you remembered me in every moment ... but you never thought that I was the one who was going through those moments ... you used to light the candle ... but I used to burn

Every sorrow is the letter for the coming happiness ... and every loss is an indication to the coming profit

Where you should be happy in life there you are sitting so quietly ... you are so lost ... that one does not know if you are home or not

Prostitutes do not have a husband in their destiny

Prostitutes don't even have a destiny

Mr.Chunni, this became a poetry starting with 'sh'