Tillottama,
after my love, nothing else will be the same as you,
after Hiroshima, nothing is as old as the
North to the South Pole.
The callingbell was not blamed, she would hear a thunder like a thunderbolt
And the thoracic darajajanaala and your heart will rise.
Immediately after your clutter, the random blood
will go cold like the sound of boots on the door in 1971.
The people of Dhaka city went to the frozen ground. After I love
Tilottama
, nothing will be the same as before.
On the way down the road,
I will run towards every rickshaw that comes from the opposite side and I am going to cross you
. So your blood and black glasses are so dark
that you did not see anything in that eye. After I love
Tilottama
, you will forget the real and the unreal,
the difference between object and dream. The stairs will keep the feet of the dream, the
grass will be spreading two feet to the other, hopelessly, the
flowers of the red pants, the bunch of dreams bunch dream.
Below the un-open shower, you will be standing for eternity from December 12,
thinking that your hair is falling on the skin in a lot of
bodellers,
I kissed your lips, a passionate ex-boyfriend,
after my love , I discovered that the lost lips would be faded and
there was an unrivaled rose. After I love
Tilottama
, nothing will be the same as before.
It will feel like a disorderly disease that you
are lying in the century for hundreds of years in the hospital. Immediately it seems that
only you are healthy in human history, others are very sick
When you break the dirt stream of city and civilization, you
will come to the crossroads, and then you will think that the city and the twentieth century
At the top of
a blue -colored ventilator in the filthy water of life and civilization , you are a purely Padma-
holy azur.