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| Manik Chakraborty |
Broken heart is dry land
By Manik Chakraborty
Broken heart is dry land
Burning in the fire of hatred,
In tears, the cuckoo calls Palash Shimul Fagun.
In the sweet flowers soaked in rain
The smell has disappeared,
In the sweet melody,
the rhythm of the beloved's Nupur no longer plays.
In the deep night,
the night's shadow Burns with pride, Finding a dream that has lost its nest
Going on a boring path
Burning in the fire of hatred,
In tears, the cuckoo calls Palash Shimul Fagun.
In the sweet flowers soaked in rain
The smell has disappeared,
In the sweet melody,
the rhythm of the beloved's Nupur no longer plays.
In the deep night,
the night's shadow Burns with pride, Finding a dream that has lost its nest
Going on a boring path
