uncountablethoughts

With wet eyes, Fearing the mirage, I went north, In the mirror of loneliness, Garbage habitat without eyes and ears And, I had nothing ...! Tired of mourning, Understanding the color of loss, I applied it today, In anticipation, In the dim light, Without the anagona of shadows, And, I had nothing ...! The sky is unfinished today, In the eyes of the infinite Maya of the dreamy people, The crow's wings are constantly flying, The urban dream still loses, In the stomach of the hungry dustbin ... In the sale of the ointment of democracy, The overflowing saliva of expert masks, Today to the Banavasi people, The third dimension shows life, In the middle of the radius of the mirage ... From life to life, Looking for hope, Relying on the breathless, God knows better than Roy, With the wheel of fortune in hand ... With the illusion of illusory preparation, Kaktaruya is still on sleepless guard, The harvest of reincarnation ...! আকাশ বুঝি আজ অসমাপ্ত, স্বপ্...