Project history life my
One time I was with my father so much that I amarika go cilama paribesa who teach our child ceo, hata walk in the building even more beautiful in my gut that I rastha sekanete kinthu to it that I am in my country of draft is a special cere Countries have to sleep in my mother country, where people laksakuti Pran, poet balicila gane "is a special day to the Bengali balabhasi" O earth, so this was a special cere cheye khati so I leave this earth I can not;

My age is 13 bacharahHowever, I think I takhna amrikate sekane jibana cutter 7 years, hatata afternoon, one day I was in a beautiful country, I think I have phare, but from 7 years maje gaiety, and one child up cilana uranta countries have, on the 13 to Years ago, when I was a school of Sciences of the crystal fabrics takhna I sahida syare balicila 

"Language poetry"
 Cumute it was poison cup
, It was touch chobala
, Heart bhengecha nirmamataya,
Harse ill.
Bharecha despise love pot,
Present neglect,
Rekha I know you are,
 Ill play.
 It is your last, heart-house fighting,
 Sataguna a higher return,
 Escape route blocked.

I was so happy I icace lekhite kekhara yage Hatoum O friends, so even if I'd lekhitama katana baira page book and I ghachera page,