Labonno Lata

The end of the game of mischief
If the day comes,
People will love this country,
Uninvited discontent came in the time of absence
The clay of Laboni's cloak is very difficult
One day raised a humble head
There was no such thing as poverty.
This day of the endless days of the end
If the day comes,
People in this country are in awe of softness
Tell the face of the clay that was on the sun
Tell him with his dark contact with the soil,
He gave some oxygen even
Took poison
Say something blush, gray carnation.
Love is not all of these days - not the end
Have more days
Not too far away
The door is just like the balcony.