Love has gone far enough
The love has gone down the hill, in the mountain
Love has become silent in the cold water in Baishakhi night
Love goes in search of the shadow.
Love is a busy traveler
Wheel under the feet, two hand wings
Eye-catching eyes
Suddenly the camouflage
The body wants to get scorched!
Love, come on this rock
Parizat Ruppaya on top of the head
There is no way to find jealousy, pride, and even today
Let's say the last thing in the eye!
