The Yellowish Fashra And Her Beauty Poem by Ronjoy Brahma

What else will you sacrifice of her beauty
I can't compare to another girl,
When she comes into class room from hostel,
By draping yellowish fashra to adorn herself

On the path, the sun kisses her nose
Then she shuts her face by the fashra,
Or often she shuts by her an umbrella,
Even then my heart of one thing

I would like to see her two eyes and around
And I love her beautify smiles of moments,
As I think-her name and face are like an ocean,
Like the aquatic animal I swims here as well

But I just used to sing a lullaby for myself
One day as I looked into the sky and sung,
She is a sea or a sky or a world,
And I'm only a servant or a worshipper of all

Still my mind sings more and likes you
When you wears greenish dokhona and drapes yellowish fashra,
I desires to see you repeatedly like this,
As I see of you in my mobile phone