Hadith-I
His girl knows
He a man still at the date is docile to
His mother and she like the lion
Just she can cased
So she says, love, I like to eat your mum’s
Sweet heart if you love me so
He said, mother, I beg your piece of heart
Mother gives the whole
Sun gone down
Reddish light flits in sky, he run to reach
To bestowal his heart likes
Dipping bloods makes the path slide and rough
Voice of mother waves out of heart
Take care, my son, run but slow
09/10/14
Kadamtala
Copyright © Ashraf-Ul Alam Shikder | Year Posted 2014
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