This house is this house in this house
On top of that, I am the garden that is decorated
The flower in this garden was also a scent of scent
All hearts were scented in scent.
There are still flowers that only scent
That's the wound in the flower's thorns
The offspring of the womb is also dishonest
Old Age is my address.
There was no one in the husband's son today
The house was not home today
Still, Khoka always wants to be happy
Be my friend, my friend.
Father
Ekan Chowdhury Rana
Picture on the wall
No one else, lost father,
Suddenly, in my eyes,
In the small house, the father took hold of his hand and went to the market
I used to climb on the shoulder,
I went to buy Eid cows and told me to walk around
Happy chanting dancing, day is cut off without father.
When I remember my father, this heart stirred
Now I understand my father's futility, life is worthless,
Dad, how are you, dark graveyard?
Want to know a lot, your memories only shudder.
Dad apapna
Shahnur Shaheen
Sweat-to-dents
Bring food particles
No one is mine
Dad apapna
At dawn morning morning
They ran away in the field
The farming of the fields is in the fields of farmland
Cropped area
The evening comes back to the swimming pool
Sunburn body
People without interest
No one to catch
Father's Picture Custody
Baba's mind
There is no comparison between the world
Father my father
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