Shadow

Hiranmoy, don't stand in front of Nira, I do not like Don't stand by, I don't like You caress Neera's shadow. Hiranmoy, you don't have Divya Viva, one in a dress No buttons, no knife handles, So much sweat in the body, so much joy in the blood, Instability in the eyes Are you standing in the guise of a killer? Being a killer doesn't suit you You'd better be a lover Don't stand in front, don't come next You kiss your face in the shadow of Nira.