Good Bye

Goodbye Jinnatul Hossain Tanim The dawn will be on that day too, the sun will wake up, the chirping of birds will be heard but there will be humming all around. Someone is crying or someone is standing quietly or someone wants me to extend my hand a little. It will never happen again, Lord, it is widespread among the people all around because I am dead today. Three khan agarbati is burning in a cup of rice, there is no smell of it today, as if everything has faded. The pet dog of the house did not eat today. He could not accept my departure. Used glasses and sticks are lying today. On one side a few people are very busy cutting bamboo today. Who knows if the verses of the Qur'an are floating in a sweet voice today or my life will end tomorrow night. The first bath is in the hands of my mother, I know who will give me the last bath water. Loosen the shroud and look at me. This is the last time you see me. You will see. I will not look at Moray. Is this the line of destiny? The sound of Moray Kalema can be heard on the bed. Who will find me if I go to a secluded house? The bamboo hut banana leaf canopy is my three and a half hands, how can I spend the night alone in this house. After scattering the soil, all of you will leave after praying. After a long time, I am in the middle of nowhere Mother and Father on both sides.