boring times

Many days have passed in disrespect and neglect

The day passed peacefully hand in hand

How many evenings amrita yoga with eyes

"Madhuren Sampayet" fatigue exhaustion.

How many ways have I traveled safely - drawing dreams, drawing

The bright neon light of the eyes immediately went out.

Coming back to the brink of destruction -

A bird that loses its nest is unsuccessful in building a house.

The day passed, the age was surrounded by darkness

Nishith's dream was erased in the eyes of the dead bird.

Today I see BTP shadowless leaves in a storm, in a storm

The eyes are drowsy surrounded by morning light fog.

A bird's wings are heavy in flight

The mind floats in the smoke-filled horizon of the unknown

Both the wayfarers of different paths sing songs

Not a friend, not a husband, childless, a multi-talented prostitute.

Both of them left wounds in their hearts

The tattoo of pain spread on the wall

The house where unity and harmony lived

Sourav was smiling in the yard

Today it is a bloody game of strife in the courtyard of the house.

Cruel, fierce in the stars of your eyes -

A look of contempt, as if in the hands of destruction

All creation went in vain. The two are on two different paths.

Where did he go with the glow of blood and face?

Spring does not come to the door scared, shocked tears.