Zainul is coming in my dream, throughout a sleepy day!

The art gallery and the city of Mymensingh, a precious memory Where a river bent, a balcony view, the Brahmaputra, Brahma's Putra! where a narrow lane, every afternoon, and lushing colors too! they say, Eucalyptus tree, and her thick and thin, a cinnamon and then, today! Life never knew visa and H and other kind, letterhead, then, Pencils and of different shades these are, and a terracotta vase and a garden. If you shiver there, today, still it is nothing of that big one, an uneven texture. though! a little fist, and a gentle stroke on a little palm, and an eternal bliss a carved and a curvature, where time decided before any more succinct, Recess!