• mirnmoy 5w

    Tell Her

    Tell her,
    Not to come at my door,
    Mind will not be carried away with her melodious song.

    Tell her ,
    That garland gives only burning,
    Let it be thrown on dust,
    This broken flute forgets smile,
    It should be filled with pain.

    Tell her,
    I know,
    She doesn't love me,
    There is no light in moon,
    The night is weeping,
    When will the darkness end.

    Love moves away,
    Gives nothing,
    It is too painful,
    No sweet eyes come into my dream,
    Tell her.

    Mrinmoy Singha Roy