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 |   As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
Baba! Don't marry me that far Where to meet me, for the sake. You have to sell the goats of the house. Don't marry in that country Where more than man God resides Where there are no jungle rivers and mountains Don't come there my lagan There is no where On the streets of the world Motor-cars run faster than respect. Tall houses And shops are bigger Don't connect my relationship with that house With no big open patio Where there is no morning on the chicken's bong. And the evening from the backyard to where Can't see the sun setting on the hill Don't choose like this The one who is often drowned in pochai and hadia Kahil-Nikamma is Expert in flying girls from the fair Don't choose such a bride for me Is there no thari-lota That later when I want to change On being good and bad Who in the conversation Talk about stick and stick Take out arrows and bow, axe Whenever you want to go to Bengal, Assam or Kashmir We don't want such a bride And don't give my hand in her hand Whose hands never planted any trees The hands that did not grow the crops The hands that never supported anyone Didn't lift anyone's burden And so more ! Those who don't know how to write hand, hand with 'H' Never give my hand to her! Marriage is there marriage Where go in the morning Return to the evening on foot If I ever cry in sorrow, this ghat So you bathing in that pier river You can hear my mourning Mahua's lat and I can make date jaggery and send message for you Someone's hands coming and going from there Can I send pumpkin-fog, khekhsa, barbatti Time to time for Gogo too Fair-Hat-Bazaar on the way Can I find someone close to me Can tell the condition of the village and the village. News of Chitakabari Gaia's seed Whatever someone passes through Such a place to marry me! Marriage in that country Where God less men live more The goat and the lion Where you drink a pier of water Exactly marry me! Marry with the same one who Pair of pigeons and panduk like birds May your hands always remain. From working in the farms outdoor Until the night shares happiness and sorrow Selecting on like this The one who plays the flute melody. And you are mastery in playing drums Joe can bring in the days of spring Plash flowers for my couple The one who can't be eaten On my stay hungry Marry me to the same! |
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