Asif Andalib (27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)
At last it seems our love will succeed
Our wounded minds will no longer bleed.
We will prove what our love can do
The world will remember it too.
We will forget all pains and agony
Cause our love is not at all phony.
We will sing and dance in bliss
God will give us flying kiss.
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