২৮শে মার্চ ২০২৩ খ্রিস্টাব্দ | ১৪ই চৈত্র ১৪২৯ বঙ্গাব্দ
প্রকাশিত: ১০:০৮ অপরাহ্ণ, জানুয়ারি ৩০, ২০২৩
The virtuous world voraciously drinks
hands full respect of cloud water
On the top of the hill
there is a constant thirst for endless
Through spider thread.
The forth moments do come down
That impression falls on the soft polymer
Footprints also once starts talking
Which way did a passerby walk
or which way did he come?
There is darkness leaning against the bay
Waiting for the night will merge into one
The mind sitting in the boat deck
leaves the throat in full breath and sings
By spreading tearful longing
Trapped on a rocky wall,
his voice cracked
Come back to the air and ask
what is your name?
I am a free sailor looking for life …….
