To have a hand over your head
Telling all is well.
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Words are stitched
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Two roads side by side
They are not two but oneAnd counts the travellers in silenceOn this road whoever treads onceComes back not to meet us again.
কোথাও কিছু ভুল হচ্ছে থেকে গেছে বড় ফাঁক
শুভভাবনা, শুভবুদ্ধি, মুক্তচিন্তা্ মুক্তমনাগালিগালাজ, নোংরা ভাষা, খিস্তী খেঁউড়এক তোড়ায় এক বৃন্তে এক গাছে ফলতে পারে নাসবাই দেখছে মেঘ, মেঘের ভেতরে বৃষ্টি পসলামেঘেও যে ছুড়তে পারে পাথরতার আগে ঝলসে দিতে পারে বিদ্যুৎচমকানোতে আলো আছেচোখে দৃষ্টি আছে তবু বিপদ অনেকের দৃষ্টি গোচর হয় নাতাই বলে যারা হত্যালিলা চালায়মানুষ মেরে মুখ লুকিয়ে দেয় কাপুরুস দৌড়তাদের অমানুস বললেই তাদের…
I have no means
To protect my policySteadfastness and honestySo I left long beforeThe game of foreign policySelf serving and hypocrisyNow my all effortsAre employedOn the policy of defence.
yet there is a lingering desire inside
To have a hand over your head
Telling
All is well.
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