Flower in Bangali Poem

Flower symbol of love. Finding a man who loves flowers, we all love flowers, come to the flowers, try to change ourselves to the flowers of the flowers on the side of flowers. Try to change your mind mentality to come in contact with flowers. Charmed with the love of flowers, we present today's short show about flowers. Thousands of poems have been created by our poet's writers about flowers, but we will try to discuss some of the poems in poetry. Inshallah Shamee's discussion is 'Aslam Pramukh'. Pearl painted butterfly saw us on the map of our order. The language of Chadarkar in the garden of this country-
Gulabbagh flowers blossom in the mouth of the mouth,
Mother's lap is illuminating baby's laugh.

Painted Butterfly Grasshopper Guy,
You have to pay a little to see the income in the whirlpool.

Yes poet really sujala-sofla thought that my country was Fulbagan. Our responsibility is to accommodate our flower gardens as swelling of flowers. We must work to build a safe country like Phulbagan. The poets. Our country is as safe as the flower garden, it is our hope. All of us
Swappenil has compared this beautiful country with its golden field of flowers, another great starring of 'Jugalul Haider'. He saw my country as being fiercely covered by dew. The roarakara heard the tunes of the bamboo in the field lip of this country. See the wings of the flute to wake the flowers. These love birds have become attracted to the attraction birds Find out about love. In the words of Jagadgul Haider,
In the field, the swelling of the swollen flax,
From the ground, the wind blows on the lips.

The swelling of the air bamboo heard the voice of the swelling,
I forgot the bird and I forgot the mind.

Rakrakara has made your country in the shape of nature and made you personally. The country's maternal uncle has eclipsed the feeling of personal heart. So say, the poets literally understand that.
Thinking about your life, another promising promise of this time is "Tisal young poet. Poet's dream was filled with dreams swelling life. Prakriti with mind Poetry in the dark sunny brown brown noon seen. The poet's passion was to make the sky blue in the sky. The attraction of love, the poet wants to draw the flowers in the air lip. You've got to eat a meal with your loved ones.
The love of the heart, the birds and the sky happened with the heart of another poet. The neoclassical poet 'Musafir' has thought of flowers. With love birds But why did everyone cheat him? The poet's heart is heartbreaking. In Kabir language-

Rain has not gone, Cloud cloud sunlight drought,
Bashundhara flower bird is dead heart

But he did not find the poet wanted to get in love with the flower. Why? What is the deficit between flowers? What is lack of swelling? That's the point of thinking now. Today, the imbalance of the weather is what we are seeing. We are responsible for the disaster in nature. We are responsible for the negligence. We need to be more aware. Otherwise we will be damaged once.
We know flower as a symbol of love. But why is the recent attitude of many poems manifested in him? We know that the poets hold the time individually for you. Poets remember the time period. But the poets are watching anything? Anything else! They can say good. What the poets see with insights is quite right. We are misguiding the recent flowers. When the woman's flowering emotions is being bloody, she will be thinking of poet. That's exactly what happened. We feel the smell of flowers. Be enamored Be happy A contemporary socialist thinks that a poet is behind the baroque. The poet does not see the pull of flower. Phule does not get poets and fragrances. What I think about poet Phule is really sad. Causes trouble. The poet said. In the language of Mahfuzur Rahman Akhanda-
The story of independence has changed a lot in color today
Seeing green as the crop field
Shimul Palash became bloody or blood peak
I take a look at the smell of Shapla lotus
Cobbling of cobbles in the Mahananda