PERFECTION

PERFECTION

Samiul Nirjon

Late at night in this chest,

I heard the call of black pain.

In this city that night.

No one else was awake;

There were no Chad stars, To encourage.

With a tired, helpless mind.

In the shadow of the sorrow of dreams, I was sitting alone.

There is no time behind aimless marches, You will fill my loneliness;

I am running with that promise.

There is no more darkness; Life goes on in the hope of a colorful festival.

For success after waking up.

Proceed to unknown purpose.