This town not for me

There are still numerous mehranganga mud flakes in this town,
But I can not give a wig and somebody.
Here I am silent like the railway stones.
In this city you do not have your dirty legs,
The nose does not have sweat drops; There is no uneven touch of blood.
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Mayawati,
There is still rain in this town; Rainbow laughs at Avro's page,
But you do not have to pick up the rain of happiness in the rain.
Here I am alone as a lonely lamstar of the night.
In this city you do not have the warmth of heaven in the chest,
There is no respiratory respiration; There is no towel towel in the cheek.
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Mayawati,
This city does not love me.
There are thousands of letters still written here;
But in this town you do not write me a letter.
In this city you do not have to touch your tongue,
There is no soft smile in the eyes, there is no love wrap.
You are in this city, completely incomplete!