@Naturalist 29 December 2021

We are the Last people... The last people We are lucky people born between 1950 and 1999. Because we are the last people Who sat in mud houses and listened to fairy tales. We are the last people Who also read stories in the light of lanterns. Who wrote their feelings in a letter to their loved ones. We are the last people Those who read while sitting on sacks. Rather, they would go to school with sacks and broken things from home and sit on it. We are the last people Who saw the oxen plowing. We are the last people Who drank water from earthen jars, bathed without seeing tube wells without electricity Eat mango and guava from the village tree. He also scolded the elders of the neighborhood but never showed any bullying. We are the last people Those who saw the Eid moon applauded. And also wrote Eid cards for family, friends and relatives with their own hands. Because there is no one like us We are the last people Who stood shoulder to shoulder with each other in every joy and sorrow of the village. We are the ones who used to think of themselves as Babu hanging a muffler around their necks. We are those charming people They shed tears over the failed love of Shabnam and Nadeem and were happy to see Uncle Sargam. We are the last people to fix a TV antenna and wait a week to see a movie We are the best people Who thickened the writing ink. Who considered it an honor to ring the school bell. We are the lucky ones Who saw the true sweetness of relationships. There is no one like us. We are the people who. At night, the villagers would sit under a tree in the summer and gossip, but they were the last ones. Once upon a time Everyone slept in the courtyard Water on warm soil There was spraying A stand fan Used to happen Fighting, quarreling, everyone It used to happen That in front of the fan Whose savior was to be? As soon as the sun rises Everyone's eyes were open Even after becoming straight Everyone was asleep That never midnight The rain that came Then the next day also the savior It was wet They sleep in the courtyard They all passed away Manjis were also broken Relationships are lost People used to be less educated and sincere in the era of beautiful pure relationships.How lucky we are, because we are the last people to sit in mud houses and listen to fairy tales, we are the last people to play traditional games with their friends on the wooden roofs of the neighborhood in childhood. We are the last people to read novels by lantern light, to send our feelings in letters to our loved ones. There are people who drank water from earthen jars. We are the last people who applauded when they saw the moon of Eid. There is no one like us because we are the last people who poured mustard oil on their heads and got cold in their eyes. We are the people who used to play gali danda wearing plastic shoes, and consider ourselves babu with muffler hanging around our necks, we are the charming people who shed tears over the failed love of Shabnam and Nadeem and Jahangir Khan And Janshir Khan is considered to be the most useless person, we are the best people who used medicine to thicken the writing ink. We are the lucky ones who have seen the true sweetness of relationships. There is no one like us. Once upon a time Everyone slept on the roof Water on bricks There was spraying A stand fan It was also on the roof Fighting, quarreling, everyone It used to happen That in front of the fan Whose savior was to be? As soon as the sun rises Everyone's eyes were open Even after becoming straight Everyone was asleep That never midnight The rain that came Then the next day also the savior It was wet They sleep on the roof They all passed away Manjis were also broken Relationships are also lost ..!