Wings of desire

childhood memories

Rakib

Chirping insects late at night

Do not sleep in my eyes,

Childhood memories come to mind

This chest hurts.

The call of the duel in the morning light

Two sleepy eyes,

Memories of winter mornings flashed

Chest pain.

The bee sings on the mustard flower

sings how happily,

Even today, the sound is still in my ears

This chest hurts.

On the day of Chaitra, Kshara field gets

The farmer's thirsty face,

Alas for those days

This chest cries.

Can I get those days back?

Like stupid day?

When there was no sorrow

How much love