By Aranna Hasan Delwar
Your skin color is like my soil.
As long as I see you, the taste is insatiable.
Everyone calls you black
I see fire in your form
The red rose can be found by raising one's hand, and can be held at will
Black rose when
Like the lost time,
Black eyes are very heart-like
hair like a dark cloud,
You are a girl like you
A little different from, very nice
The smile on your face, playing mischief on those tolled cheeks,
Tell the black people
So, will you hide your face somewhere in the room?
You are like my soil
What bears fruit bears fruit.
Laughing wildly
How many such girls are there?
White saree pressed black
You look so beautiful
Keep smiling like that
Black girl is very beautiful
Be a girl of the soil.
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