childhood memories
Rakib
Chirping insects late at night
Do not sleep in my eyes,
Childhood memories come to mind
This chest hurts.
The call of the duel in the morning light
Two sleepy eyes,
Memories of winter mornings flashed
Chest pain.
The bee sings on the mustard flower
sings how happily,
Even today, the sound is still in my ears
This chest hurts.
On the day of Chaitra, Kshara field gets
The farmer's thirsty face,
Alas for those days
This chest cries.
Can I get those days back?
Like stupid day?
When there was no sorrow
How much love