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Gardener

Gardener Jinnatul Hossain Tanim Do I know the goal of the flower garden? The thorn forest flowers are torn and the blame is pressed. Goalini of Kanur Ghat is in the hands of the soil, I dream of her in the middle of the night. I am a thoughtful boy sitting on the shore, Goalini is more precious to me than gold. In the palace of the great master, I cut a piece, I am present every morning, I am his gardener. A beautiful lady used to come to give milk, she could see the gardener's arteries trembling. Once upon a time there was the humming of an ornamental dawn bird, the ringing of an anklet. I looked with curved eyes and saw the footsteps of that lady, the love poem of Mali-Goalini started from that day. Draw silent love with the touch of the brush that is matching the eyes. Holy love is overshadowed by the evil black shadow, the name of the shadow is Bara Babu. Just as the hunter's eyes fall on the prey, so does Goalini. The beautiful lady did not get relief from the evil shadows. Big Babu is thinking deeply, he is a trickster, how can he make a pair of birds a prisoner. Every morning the gardener sat down thinking that he would give Gowalini a fresh drop of flowers, who knew that thought would be a big mistake. He said goodbye to me for leaving flowers, today I am helpless, so I took the blame. Goalini has never been seen again, tell me where to go to find the Lord. After a long time I am calling you, I am your gardener, if you want to enter the palace, you hear insults. You have given love to be the queen of Jalanjali, if not, if you remain queen, then you are the product of grandparents. Sitting in front of the palace house waiting for your arrival, the love of Mali-Goalini blended with the dust.

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