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 ..!
