love

Yes, I will come...

To meet you suddenly some evening,

When you must have lost hope of meeting someone,

Then I will come and cry uncontrollably by placing my head on your shoulder

And at that time I will feel...

The smell of the touch of Rakib's hands coming from your hair,

I will remove you a little bit away from myself, but I will not cry,

Nor will I ask that on my slim body

Why is this girl so weak today?

I will not ask even once that so many days without me.

How did you spend so many months or maybe so many years,

I will not ask you that your eyes are yours

Why is the forehead as red as the vermilion,

I will not ask you whether you are fond of bangles

Why are the girl's hands empty?

I will not try to know that

Whether they keep you happy or not,

I won't ask the girl who didn't like tea

Every evening he came alone to the balcony in the steam of tea

feel her face or not,

I won't ask why your eyes

have the dark circles at the bottom true or your smile is false,

I will not try to know even once

The night passes by remembering me or trying to forget me,

I don't want to know that I always leave my hair open

Tax waving girl's cheeks today

Why not kiss her swirls,

I will not ask you that your lakhs refuse

Even when you do it on your bare back

tries to kiss then he hugs without asking

Do you even remember the person who didn't get it?

I will not ask anything, all I need to know is that...

The little child who is looking at me in pieces in your lap,

Its name also being mine is just a coincidence.