If Time Gone There Will Be No Achievement

I am wandering through the solemn wind of Surma River. No trumpet in the hands of songs but the flute of your lips whispering me the chapter of life. Honeybees are running in searching of honey flowers. On a piece of land cultivating there some unknown farmers but no nectar in the prenatal chamber chamber of the flowers no contemplation there's time has gone far away repentance! but no way 15.06.2020 Chattogram