Compassionate love
I miss you a lot at this time in Corona. I don't know when I will meet you. I'm desperate to see you. This year Boishakh has come under coronavirus. So I couldn't hang out with you this time. I love you so much Ray. You're good, be careful.
I miss you a lot at this time in Corona. I don't know when I will meet you. I'm desperate to see you. This year Boishakh has come under coronavirus. So I couldn't hang out with you this time. I love you so much Ray. You're good, be careful.
My friend Selim
I miss you so much these days. The distance between you and me during this corona seems to bring the mind closer
Has arrived. When you ate rice, your stomach was full or not, it could be understood by eating your biscuits. My friend does not eat eggs.
After eating an omelette, omelette, boiled or poached, I said, did I eat eggs! Be good my friend Stay well away. If you remember, pray for me.
Adi, Bogra Polytechnic Institute.
Coronation period literature
Beloved, greetings Neo. I wrote after many days. Happy marriage from love. Our path with children, family, job, social work. Now is not the day for correspondence. Humanity is confused today in the terrible claws and lockdown of Corona. Rows of corpses are growing in the world.
Thank you. Because he has taught people to think anew. World leaders have spent billions of dollars building weapons of mass destruction. What was the need for all this? Everyone is helpless today. I got quite close to you in Corona. Everyone gave their family the time they needed. Do not think that love has faded. It is growing. Like Ravi Tagore, one has to say, ‘All those nights are in the depths of daylight.’ Let us all sing the song of humanity like Nazrul. I help poor people if I can.
With your best wishes and hope for a tax free Bangladesh.
Tariqul, Jamalpur.
Stay well forever dear
I have woven unspoken words into hundreds of thousands of words. Now just waiting for your address. It's probably not unknown either, but I just don't seem to have the courage. Newly written letters are being submitted to the post office every day. I know you have long ago declared that wonderful post office to be abandoned. There is envy, there is envy of the sender whose letter you have received. Sometimes I think, I will send the letter to you this time. Maybe you'll just throw it away.
But believe me, I will not be arrogant at all, because arrogance is ridiculous where there is no right.
Rizwan Alavi, Birganj, Dinajpur.
The soft light of survival
Shravan wants to cross an unknown destination like a dark cloud. So don't think that this heart has become destitute. So how do I compose a poem of a completely lonely person in a sea of people? So I still survive with this desperate heart, with my little dinghy in the rhythm of the surging waves. When I look at the open sky, I see your sweet reflection in the evening star.
It seems that nature is showing me the soft light of survival in this terrible turbulent current.
Ishrak, Ideal School and College, Dhaka.
Waiting for your return
Tuju
Today we have not seen each other for 6 months and 12 days. You didn't want to, I didn't insist. I don't know if we will meet again. Still waiting. Your return. I sit all day for a message from you, no message comes ....
When your anger subsides, please come back.
Shreya, the address is unknown.
I miss you so much these days. The distance between you and me during this corona seems to bring the mind closer
Has arrived. When you ate rice, your stomach was full or not, it could be understood by eating your biscuits. My friend does not eat eggs.
After eating an omelette, omelette, boiled or poached, I said, did I eat eggs! Be good my friend Stay well away. If you remember, pray for me.
Adi, Bogra Polytechnic Institute.
Coronation period literature
Beloved, greetings Neo. I wrote after many days. Happy marriage from love. Our path with children, family, job, social work. Now is not the day for correspondence. Humanity is confused today in the terrible claws and lockdown of Corona. Rows of corpses are growing in the world.
Thank you. Because he has taught people to think anew. World leaders have spent billions of dollars building weapons of mass destruction. What was the need for all this? Everyone is helpless today. I got quite close to you in Corona. Everyone gave their family the time they needed. Do not think that love has faded. It is growing. Like Ravi Tagore, one has to say, ‘All those nights are in the depths of daylight.’ Let us all sing the song of humanity like Nazrul. I help poor people if I can.
With your best wishes and hope for a tax free Bangladesh.
Tariqul, Jamalpur.
Stay well forever dear
I have woven unspoken words into hundreds of thousands of words. Now just waiting for your address. It's probably not unknown either, but I just don't seem to have the courage. Newly written letters are being submitted to the post office every day. I know you have long ago declared that wonderful post office to be abandoned. There is envy, there is envy of the sender whose letter you have received. Sometimes I think, I will send the letter to you this time. Maybe you'll just throw it away.
But believe me, I will not be arrogant at all, because arrogance is ridiculous where there is no right.
Rizwan Alavi, Birganj, Dinajpur.
The soft light of survival
Shravan wants to cross an unknown destination like a dark cloud. So don't think that this heart has become destitute. So how do I compose a poem of a completely lonely person in a sea of people? So I still survive with this desperate heart, with my little dinghy in the rhythm of the surging waves. When I look at the open sky, I see your sweet reflection in the evening star.
It seems that nature is showing me the soft light of survival in this terrible turbulent current.
Ishrak, Ideal School and College, Dhaka.
Waiting for your return
Tuju
Today we have not seen each other for 6 months and 12 days. You didn't want to, I didn't insist. I don't know if we will meet again. Still waiting. Your return. I sit all day for a message from you, no message comes ....
When your anger subsides, please come back.
Shreya, the address is unknown.
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