How many of us are indomitable, Slippery field in the mud and a football Cold air on a cloudy day
As soon as he saw the rain, the poet started writing poems in his mind. The style of the poem is different for each person! Some sit with paper pens to sing the praises of another's housewife, former lover, some write in their minds longing for Taheri Begum of the house next door, some keep themselves busy to increase the collection of Rabindra Sangeet.
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