Kabutara of the words remained
Sometimes, retirement in the month of Biswa
Just want to know my news
Ask the bird to be silent,
Biased birds detailed news
Will tell
What is the pain and humidity
Aakashab is holding my ekala,
How am i alone
How much wounds and damage
My life flowing towards the pain of pain
Find the skillful
The bird's eyebrows-eye-soft feathers
My spread and layout craftsmanship
Will get.
What is my desired structure?
What is my politics kabutara know
How many human lives,
How many people in poetry,
Tidy innocent terrorism
How humble, rebellious I am,
Ask the bird to know all
Can be
Just like me, the pigeon is perfect
Will tell