Kashful's Deep Story Poem by faruque omar

A prize in the middle of two winters
He is looking at me with an internal disorder
I floated in the river Kaliganga
I looked helpless like a dying child.

Many people that day
Short Ashwin's life expectancy
He told me - come up, crowd, shout
This is the war of words on the raft.

I'm in the middle of two winters
In the deep story of Kashful
I only heard the call of my mother
On the other hand, Baba went to the chat room of religious brokers.