I take millions of photos in the eye cameras
I kept the heart's music album.
Sometimes the color of palace in the smell of scent
I used to take you to Nazrul's song.
You come to the green pavement and go round
Rabindra Mantar's love of love is in the Pontyatmalaya.
Saff Bubuli's smiling smiling smile smile
Cloudy noon beyond the twilight evening.
Radish blooms in the dark night
Your hair is filled with smell of love.
Clouds hide the moon with the moon at night
Eye color photo of the heart album
Let's talk about your smile
There is a great rain of affection in the form of haughtiness.
I went to zero in the country of the field
Belly flowers are in the sparkle of the Jyotiramma interior
A picture goes on to the movie in the movie
The spring flies in the air flying leaves fall in love.
how beautiful! The drunken breeze returns to kiss
Warm handpiece binding tightly next to the side.
Chaitra khartapate flower petals die
Your pink lip lips will laugh with sweet smile.
Clouds borrowed from the hair of the cool breeze in the air
The body is thrilled with the warm touch of Pallavi Ghasful Saurav
Kisholan Dal Dal Piaara Fullness of flowers
Speaking of your eyes, spring is the case.
Anand Pader has come home from the house of the Bengali people Baishakh
Chumiya fiesta in the heart's album, Loya greetings.
