By Aranna Hasan Delwar
I lost you in the city of words
Unknown darkness
I can't even swim, cool leaves!
to get off...
A short shadow passes through
find the sun
Picchal raised his hand and regained his sense of life.
I touched all the fingers of zero in surrender
How many villages of Asan are Geram Path.
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Bhuvanchi Arshaktim curved lips,
Streets, processions, chanting
Carcass drifting in the rare spring air;
No burnt incense scent, gone...
Tears are pouring everywhere!
The exception to the rule spins a weak stick…
And all the paved paths,
The Hawaii of the angry mob is sweet;
Wet clouds sleep on the mat of happiness!
The market is burning and darkness is flying.
Lack of oil in thousands of slices of trouble,
I did not want happiness in the torn dream
The smell of salt in the past is at the tip of the nose
Chidechapata people's chest pocket burning blow!
How much Kotal in the hour of Jhulkali sound,
Can dreams flow like clouds?
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