Shamsul Alam Belal :
Where shall I go?
Wherever I go, I see a mysterious girl,
Spreading beam from her bosom,
Calls me in a mystical tone and soon
I become motionless,
Tumbling down on a rigid pathway.
Where shall I remain?
Wherever I remain, I see a dying candle
Blunts my senses like a lifeless grave
But I try to awake my soul
By singing a romantic song.
Where shall I sleep?
Wherever I sleep, I feel the pinches of
Thorns and shrubs as if I am
On a bed in jungle.
0′ dear, there’s an ideal place along the
Curve of the river,
Where we can play a game of
Undulant pleasure.
