Famine is here; I want bread bread!
Who is sighing in the square of my cottage
An invisible person seems to be holding his throat.
As soon as the fire in the furnace goes out
The flame has been extinguished - Aniket love
Ash has accumulated in me
Drops of tears mixed with salt alkali.
What will happen is tears in the ashes
I have nothing
Absolutely gone… I am like a waterless waterfall.
I have bought poison by spending the last sec of my pocket
I will mix poison in my being, marriage will be with death.
O hungry ones - come to my grave tomorrow
Come through the middle of the storm
Come hold the hand of the orphan child.
Come very early
When wolves and tigers roam the village
Arunim Fag will spread the sun in the sky
Come tomorrow
I will throw bread in your bag from the grave
I will throw away the heart and skeleton of the poet.
The heart of this pasture will be heard by you
Blood of fatherless children
My choked music.
Until your grief burns like embers
Come to the graveyard, you hungry people
Come tomorrow
The skeleton of the poet is gradually mixing in the soil there.
Thank you.keeping prayer . subscribe me.