Graves

Here is your grandmother's grave under the pomegranate tree, I have kept it wet for thirty years in the water of two eyes. You have brought so much wire home like a golden face, Bhasait Buk cried because the doll's marriage was broken. I was thinking of going back and forth here and there Who filled the whole house with so much gold? The golden face of the golden dawn filled his eyes I used to take a plow and run in the field along the village road. When I went back, I would go back and see how much Hundreds used to joke about this. I don't know when it merges with life In the middle of his short smile and pain, he lost his way and turned towards Genu. When I go to my father's house, I catch him "Go and see me, but the village upstream." I sell watermelons at the shuffler market for two paise. It was never too late to take a bead necklace. Take a penny of tobacco and ointment, I would run to my father-in-law's house in the evening! Don't laugh - don't laugh - listen Grandpa, getting that tobacco paste Grandma, how happy you would be if you see! Nath nodded and laughed, "After so long, I cried and cried and cried and cried and cried and cried. I'm in so much pain. Nijjhum is sleeping in the grave country in solitude! Pray with folded hands - Grandpa, 'God be merciful, I wish my grandmother was happy. ' Then how much I have spent in this empty life Where I have embraced, he has left. Hundreds of graves with hundreds of shrouds drawn in the heart, Ganiya Ganiya wakes up all day and night by mistake. Holding a spade in my hand under the hard ground, I drove so many gold-faced navaye with tears in my eyes. The big love I have on the ground, mixed in the ground, Come on, come on, Grandpa, hug me, if you're happy. Here your father sleeps, here your mother, Are you crying What can I do, Grandpa? Paran doesn't mean that. In that falgun, your father came and said call me, 'Ba-jaan, that's what my body does today.' I spread the soap on the floor of the house and said, "Show me the baby." Did anyone know that bed would be his last bed? Dressed in the shroud of Gore, I walked in it, You said, 'Where are you going, Grandpa?' I stopped talking to answer your words, All the languages ​​in the world went back to crying with grief! Holding your father's plow and yoke with both hands, No matter how much your mother cries all day long. The leaves of the tree would fall on the wild path in that pain, Falguni filled the empty field with the weeping wind. The passers-by would wipe their eyes as they walked along the path, The mourning of the leaves of the weeping tree at their feet. Athale wants two young bulls to drink all over the field, Hamba Robte is not in tears. Your mother is holding your neck and crying, All the bodies drowned in the deep sage of tears. Udasini understands the tears in the eyes of that villager, The grave was found in a dark room of the country. So he called for the first time in his life. Alas, you are the crown of death-poison. When he died, he called to you and said, 'Great pain, there is no one in the world to call your mother; Dulal is mine, magic is mine, Lakshi is mine, I know how much pain you have to give up. ' Two drops of water dripping from the eyes, I don't know what happened to you in the guise of death-pain. After a while, Moray called out, 'My grave is singing Hang it on your husband's head. ' That head rotted and melted into the earth, The pain of Paran did not die and he cried every now and then. The twins are sleeping here in the shade, The branches of the tree are plundered in the illusion of affection. The firefly girls stay up all night lighting the lights, Jhinjhinara bajaya sleep anklet is as good as the base. Pray with folded hands, Grandpa, 'Rahman God! Income; Good luck my father and mother today! ' Here is the grave of your son-in-law, the fairy-like girl, I got married and got the basic house of Qazid. They don't love each other so much, Although not hit in the hand, hundreds of strings that hit the lips. News after news was sent, 'Grandpa, come tomorrow He was taken to his father's house in two days. ' The father-in-law is his butcher, he wants to give up, I brought a lot of service to him in one winter. That golden face is dirty, there is no smile, Tears welled up in her two black eyes. Sit in the grave of your father's mother and weep. Who knows, alas, death-bean will play in his parana too! I don't know, he caught a rotten fever and didn't get up again, Grandpa to see the wire buried here! Slow down! It is better that no one is on the bus in pain, The wild grass is black in his grave. The doves of the forest are weeping and wailing day and night, The leaves trembled like a string of pain. I join hands and pray, Grandpa, 'Come, God! Merciful! Let go of my booze! ' Your little brother-in-law, a seven-year-old girl, is sleeping in Hetha. Rainbow understood and came down through the gate of Vest. I always wonder what I lost to my mother at a young age, Who knew how much pain was hidden in the chest! I could see her face like a flower, Your grandmother's picture has risen in my heart. I hugged her in my arms and cried, Moder used to wash and erase the streams of eyes in the colorful evening. One day, Genu left him at Gajna's house and When I came back, I saw a golden idol looted on the way. There are so many golden hands, I don't know, my mother got bitten by a snake and left. I gave the car to the golden idol grave with my own hands, Grandpa! Hold on, hold on, chest burst, and I don't understand. Come closer to this grave here, Grandpa, Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds - d'oh! Slowly dig under the hard ground, What a trick to sleep in the waste of the world! In that distant forest the evening descended in the rage of dense Abir, The big sadha wakes up today to be robbed. Azan is chanting a great compassionate melody from Majid, How far I am thinking of the daily doomsday of my life. Pray to Grandpa with both hands, 'Come on God! Rahman! May all the death-afflicted souls be ruined.