প্রলাপা’য়োজন!

  you glow in the winter you glow in the summer you glow in the spring whenever I get to see, you glow you glow like the flowers in heaven I get to see you and it feels heaven I fall for you and it’s heaven and I love you; I too, glow, the feelings in, that’s heaven perhaps you’re the heaven, to me, in the earth I’m cursed, though, I don’t even get to see you; It’s heaven, it’s you, who glows, makes blooming, me and I wanna die, in heaven, buried on you, the regret of not being with you will die, then; you’re on my soul-heart or I in you, what differ’s! my eyes, then, that will turn in and grow flowers you’ve walked away, just within the fragrances and keep looking at you, with the bloomed face upto the sun, to you, and that’s the heaven; as I’ve loved you, with all my heart, warmth in the Oymyakon whenever I get to see, you glow, and that’s heaven to me, the dead, of soul and in love for you you’re heavenly, loving you is heaven, you glow, that makes me bloom and