A Letter

Dear Buada

How are you?

I don't know whether you remember

But my memory murmured

That beautiful night

When we're cycling on the bank

Of the Ajoy,

At the benign glow of the full moon.

Your proposal came to me

With the fragrance of blooming tube-rose.

Suddenly I felt a Romantic fervour.

My blood circulated quickly from the heart

To the arteries and veins.

I couldn't then express you

My satisfied and liked to enjoy it

More and more.

You couldn't try to feel that air of love,

Left me alone forever

Sank in the marriage tune.

My husband is gentle-natured like a pigeon.

He dedicates himself

For Art and Culture World.

I respect him as an example --

But he couldn't respond like a peacock

At the call of black clouds.

I'm a naive mother of an indomitable child.

Have you become a father still now?