Mayhem! while it leaf falls
Severed, and woe-be-gone spells cloud over,
Alone mother land, her saddling breasts;
Like an ice flake sails earthward
Or sink them cellophane drops.
Hush-Hush - not ailing 'the failing leaf'
Free; dead airs boil my ears.
Mayhem! The fires laid warm.
Home.
aha.... eta boro bhalo hoyechhe.... tobe barite kamini kanchan er bornonathakle kholtai hoto
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