When I was younger
I would go to play in the cloud team
One day a cloud girl
Asked the question out of curiosity
“This boy,
. What is your name? ”
I said,
. "Fusmantar!"
Meghbalika ragei agun,
"It's a lie. What is the name?
Ever? ”
. I said,
“Of course it is. Before me
Listen to the story. ”
He said, "I will not listen to you.
She is the queen, she is the king
That is the same shield sword
He is the potter of the same king
Bird king
I will not listen anymore.
. That's bad. "
I said, “For you
I will write a new one, however. "
He said, “Write the truth?
Well then
You have to write well.
Remember?
I will write but give it to me. ”
I said, “For you
I can write one world. ”
When writing to write
Barely a couple of pages
Suddenly the ghost came
In my head-
I went looking for it
In the cloud field of childhood
As soon as I go, I see a familiar face
There is none in A-Tallat
One thought
He is different
Go ahead and tell him!
“Are you that? Meghbalika
Are you that
"I don't remember," he said
I don't remember all that. ”
I said, “You tell me
Speaking of writing- "
He said, “With?
Float in the village lake!
And yes, listen এখন now I am
No more clouds, everyone now
They call me rain. ”
Suddenly in a daze-
Hair to nails- me whole
By soaking-
. Another
With the rain clouds
It merged with the rapids
Where the match went away
Far away 7.
“They call me rain
It calls me rain. "
Tell your mind
I just sat there
In one hundred wet clothes
Under the tree
. I sat down
For rain or clouds
Such a time
Another rain to me
Recognizing, he said, “In that
What a pity!
Go back-write again.
Now it is raining
So we are all now
Very busy in different countries
You go too, mind you gay
In your work-
We are back from the rain
I will go to you myself. ”
I will write one world
I will write one world
I left the house
I left the house and built that house
In the deep forest
Companion just paper pen
I'll be alone. Two alone
Boiled
. A handful
Dust sand-when those
I think it will come
. I will write them
Let's write!
One hundredth of one world
Dreaming
Fairy tales that will be possible:
That fairy tale is mine alone.
Bend the neck
. To write
Night with a sore throat
. To write
Deleted day — deleted night
When my writing hand
Numb,
. I remembered
Year or date, year or month
Those calculations
. I didn't catch it anymore
Let's look at the writing
One says I will write the world
A notebook too
. Didn't finish.
Instantly jingle
Rain on the ledger
On lifelong writing
It rained in this forest
Outside then under the tree
The dancing peacock is happy
Birds are flying in this tree
The bird says, “In this forest
We live for the poet. ”
They say, “For the poet
We are somewhere we are somewhere
We have not given up anywhere. "
The poet was then from the cottage
Looking far away
After the forest, after the field
After the river
That's where lifelong
It rains, it rains,
That's where no one went
No one ever goes:
Today he can see the poet
In that fountain in that country
Running back and forth
Gold-clad clouds:
That deer of adolescence.
