Şunu aradınız:: my tongue helps pushing food into my mouth (İngilizce - Hintçe)

put your dick into my mouth
अपना लंड मेरी चूत में डाल द

see now, i have opened my mouth. my tongue has spoken in my mouth.
मैं ने तो अपना मुंह खोला है, और मेरी जीभ मुंह में चुलबुला रही है।

behold, now i have opened my mouth, my tongue hath spoken in my mouth.
मैं ने तो अपना मुंह खोला है, और मेरी जीभ मुंह में चुलबुला रही है।

if i do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth; if i prefer not jerusalem above my chief joy.
यदि मैं तुझे स्मरण न रखूं, यदि मैं यरूशलेम को अपने सब आनन्द से श्रेष्ठ न जानूं, तो मेरी जीभ तालू से चिपट जाए!

he thrust the dirty rag back into my mouth and made it fast with a strip of cloth .
उसने गंदा चिथड़ा फिर से मेरे मुंह में ठूंस दिया और ऊपर कपड़ा भी कस कर बांध दिया ।

i was in the kitchen with her , shelling peas and popping a few into my mouth now and then .
मैं किचन मैं दादी के पास बैठा मटर छील रहा था और बीच - बीच में एक - आधा दाना अपने मुंह में भी डाल लेता था ।

i cried to him with my mouth. he was extolled with my tongue.
मैं ने उसको पुकारा, और उसी का गुणानुवाद मुझ से हुआ।

i cried unto him with my mouth, and he was extolled with my tongue.
मैं ने उसको पुकारा, और उसी का गुणानुवाद मुझ से हुआ।

but i said, not so, lord: for nothing common or unclean hath at any time entered into my mouth.
मैं ने कहा, नहीं प्रभु, नहीं, क्योंकि कोई अपवित्रा या अशुद्ध वस्तु मेरे मुंह में कभी नहीं गई।

but i said, 'not so, lord, for nothing unholy or unclean has ever entered into my mouth.'
मैं ने कहा, नहीं प्रभु, नहीं, क्योंकि कोई अपवित्रा या अशुद्ध वस्तु मेरे मुंह में कभी नहीं गई।

i ate no pleasant bread, neither came flesh nor wine into my mouth, neither did i anoint myself at all, until three whole weeks were fulfilled.
उन तीन सप्ताहों के पूरे होने तक, मैं ने न तो स्वादिष्ट भोजन किया और न मांस वा दाखमधु अपने मुंह में रखा, और न अपनी देह में कुछ भी तेल लगाया।

for the moment i hear him speak i am smitten by a kind of sacred rage , worse than any corybant , and my heart jumps into my mouth and the tears start into my eyesoh , and not only . me , but lots of other men .
जब कभी में उनको कुछ कहते हुए सुनता हूं , तब मैं एक दैवी आवेश से उत्तेजित हो उठता हूं , यह उत्तेजना किसी भी कोरीवेंट की उत्तेजना से भी अधिक और बेसुध कर देने वाली होती है , मेरे होंठ बुदबुदाने लगते हैं और मेरी आंखों में आंसू छलकने लगते हैं ।

for the moment i hear him speak i am smitten by a kind of sacred rage , worse than any corybant , and my heart jumps into my mouth and the tears start into my eyesoh , and not only . me , but lots of other men . . . . '
जब कभी में उनको कुछ कहते हुए सुनता हूं , तब मैं एक दैवी आवेश से उत्तेजित हो उठता हूं , यह उत्तेजना किसी भी कोzरीवेंट की उत्तेजना से भी अधिक और बेसुध कर देने वाली होती है , मेरे होंठ बुदबुदाने लगते हैं और मेरी आंखों में आंसू छलकने लगते हैं .

i cannot go to school today," said little peggy ann mckay. "i have the measles and the mumps, a gash, a rash and purple bumps. my mouth is wet, my throat is dry, i'm going blind in my right eye. my tonsils are as big as rocks, i've counted sixteen chicken pox and there's one more—that's seventeen, and don't you think my face looks green? my leg is cut—my eyes are blue— it might be instamatic flu. i cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, i'm sure that my left leg is broke— my hip hurts when i move my chin, my belly button's caving in, my back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained, my 'pendix pains each time it rains. my nose is cold, my toes are numb. i have a sliver in my thumb. my neck is stiff, my voice is weak, i hardly whisper when i speak. my tongue is filling up my mouth, i think my hair is falling out. my elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight, my temperature is one-o-eight. my brain is shrunk, i cannot hear, there is a hole inside my ear. i have a hangnail, and my heart is—what? what's that? what's that you say? you say today is. . .saturday? g'bye, i'm going out to play!" from shel silverstein: poems and drawings; originally appeared in where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein. copyright © 2003 by harpercollins children's books. reprinted by permission of the publisher. all rights reserved. shel silverstein poet, cartoonist, playwright, performer, recording artist, and songwriter shel silverstein is best known as the award-winning author of iconic books of prose and poetry for young readers. more shel silverstein > sign up for poem-a-day receive a new poem in your inbox daily email address john@example.com more by shel silverstein mr. grumpledump's song everything's wrong, days are too long, sunshine's too hot, wind is too strong. clouds are too fluffy, grass is too green, ground is too dusty, sheets are too clean. stars are too twinkly, moon is too high, water's too drippy, sand is too dry. rocks are too heavy, feathers too light, kids are too noisy, shoes are too tight. folks are too happy, singin' their songs. why can't they see it? everything's wrong! shel silverstein 2004 newsletter sign up academy of american poets newsletter academy of american poets educator newsletter teach this poem poem-a-day john@example.com support us become a member donate now get involved make a bequest advertise with us poets shop follow us poets.org find poems find poets poetry near you jobs for poets read stanza privacy policy press center advertise academy of american poets about us programs prizes the walt whitman award james laughlin award ambroggio prize chancellors staff national poetry month poetry & the creative mind dear poet project poster 30 ways to celebrate sponsorship american poets books noted essays advertise © academy of american poets, 75 maiden lane, suite 901, new york, ny 10038 poets.org poems bring us together join thousands
मैं आज स्कूल नहीं जा सकता क्योंकि मैं बीमार महसूस करता हूँ