When vacillation comes back tired,
Yet i might have to go back in vanity
I look forward to it
Wherein the alighting scene, where the reincarnation;

In the darkness of a duplex night
she’s wealing for your birth
Then light was submarine of love

When I’ll sheer,
The distance of espial is almost the tomb of the heart,

When lamp lies in age
You leave me speechless

© By Ujjwal Roy Chowdhury