মিছিল :জ্যোতির্ময়

Now the night sky is the blue race of dreams,
The lamps have disappeared, the Baishakhi cloud,
Flower fragrance tears fly or mou?
Love love trap. But be happy, watch the moon ..

They will hear the promise of the story again
Print or dhapa? There is no rice!
Green reeds are rugged and the mouth is heavy
Still the intent to return lost ..

I am walking in the corridor of the road, I am walking on the highways
Clouds have sunlight in the lap, if the dam breaks down the river?
But give him the fourth world name,
The wall broke down, but it will still be in the barbed wire.