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Don't look for you anymore Seek not now within the heart's soundless jyotsa, Where in the blue darkness memories hold silent conversation with the silence.
By Aranna Hasan Delwar 2 years ago in Poets
I wanted a garland of white flowers in braided hair. For example, spring plants gather petals of newness. There was love rhythm in the fragrant leaves.
Dream colorful houses on the banks of the broken river, The strange mind finds you in the scented hair. The bee sings of the mango bud's sweetness,
Eleven digit phone call The man who raised a storm of words There is no day, no night - that man In my heart, today I am the burnt house of the abandoned burnt house.
Like a flying bird with white wings When in the dreamy night sky The body of the moon is full of youth. Open hair fixed on white clouds
I want to smell the symul flowers of Fagun of the morning paper, New book Malater R of your returned letter.
love When someone utters the word sweet All the shame of the world comes and fills the voice Illuminated with colored lights, the surroundings are buzzing
Many days have passed in disrespect and neglect The day passed peacefully hand in hand How many evenings amrita yoga with eyes
I know, I understand! You are never impressed by my simplicity. I don't get your fascination with this messy me... I understand!
Where sea, river, mountain, bird, forest Nature also always speaks in Bengali, Look for Bangla through ferioala there!
When the world sleeps peacefully, Blood still flows in some part of the world. A teenager goes to sleep with a hungry stomach.
The body is burnt by the strong sun Perspiration constantly flowing from the hair glands; The face is completely still
