The mind of a waste

By Aranna Hasan Delwar 

Maybe in some sunrise morning 

I will stand in front of the wild grass flower in hand,

The Gentle dull wind will touch

I will loss Two face to face. 

I will hold the grass flower with my hand

Maybe you'll say I'm wrong,

Baran does not want to accept even knowing the mistake

You are the reason for my living

So many dreams come to mind

The dark night alone in the room konws it.

So many evenings lit the lamp alone

Stupid heart didn't get to see you

The light of the lamp is burning intense at night

Hay nako last waiting. 

Now you are the light of another room

I wished you well from afar

A world is yours

My city is pitch black.

Still, the mind is desperate to find you

You are my own.

I gave you the dream wing Suryadighal home

Don't stay in my house excessive thinking.

I gave you a lake of happiness full of light

Don't stay, the heart is dark in the house.