Sayeed Abubakar (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)
At last I've understood
this life isolated from you isn't good.
The foolish bird
only gets tired
trying to go out of the sky;
it may go and go and will die
its end. O Love, I sing
your song because I've understood
this life without your song isn't good.
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