The wheel is turning the car
Empty inside the colored lantern,
Cars will stop at three stations
Shake, shake, reach home,
Alas, the car is in the news
The grave in front of the last station,
The human car is running unconscious
Ray Hush will be back at the end of the day,
Nisha will come and cut the direction
Sang will be the stage of life,
When the car suddenly stops
Death then sat in front.
The poet is Joint Secretary General, Bangladesh Kindergarten Association
