A small Story

I do not accept or use.
Load all of you my lukaya lukaya status.
Like it or not, or go around Comment
Do you still feel it is too faint?
Ravi Thakur, Send, nirmalendu - as
All khumjalama, I am just like you.
I wonder what really happens to write poetry
I think I just write the bhababa.
Remember, that once likhitama
Tomare wife or priye letter.
I understand it the name of the present times -
Thak the words, write without a name.
I claim my tax back
Match the die-hard verse,
My song is your duyare yace
Kajalarekha still trembling eyes.
I mention it in the language of religion -
That - as a chutaya eso More mail,
Phurale yeyo back again when,
Boso face if you are retired.
These findings ekatuku suyogete peg -
Deoyacha emerald mine in a small ring,
Collecting blood and tears that he drops,
How long is it parite reward.
I put them in here,
Kabye would not be appropriate,
With a tone that is not gahiba gane -
Trivial way, where I was foolish.
That's good, Wetpaint alone,
Go have your word that the air;
Prahare habhe hang in two,
Sirisadalera phamke Hesperus.
Then if you go back slowly
Thread the letter of the poet's likhiche;
Twilight shadows ghanaya lonesome room,
Wall jhuliche recent films -
The term does not, the clock tick.
There is no obligation to reply to the letter,
It is now in deraje dilema.
If we sabdabihina the eso-
I come back to dhoro