Sorrow
Sheikh Shanto Bin Abdur Razzak
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Sad if it were traded
But I lack so much?
How much money did I get?
I used to eat comfortably!
Feel always happy to get the book
I would find sad people
By cultivating sorrow
Twelve months of selling-
What kind of grief accumulates in the chest
I have no language to speak
When you write, the ink is gone
No less.
Black sorrow and white sorrow
How colorful is my sorrow
Hundreds of thousands
As much as they have-
Plenty to keep away from being next to
Hundreds of broken dreams unfulfilled
Misery of all kinds
Play daily!
I live all the time in the year of sorrow
Happiness is going through me.