In class five the studies was going on for local scholarship
After exam I was seized by love for a girl thru friendship
Second I was in prize but left me alone she went to Dhaka
In merit list I was always as usual in the institutional data
At the end I was continuing in that institute for studentship
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
17/01/2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps you went to Dhaka institute of studentship with a good intention.