The gentle breeze will blow,
It will bring news for new.
The old will become young,
Everywhere the birds will make song.
Bangladeshi white lily will offer their fragrant,
There will be no chance to be arrogant.
The rain will put their droplets on the water,
The golden frogs will dance here and there.
The pigeons will make love up on the tree,
The nature makes everything for them free.
We know our life is so short,
Sometimes we can pass our life into a resort,
If we deposit today's joy for tomorrow,
May be tomorrow we will have to face sorrow.
After day there will be night,
The days beauty will be out of sight.
The flowers beauty is very dear,
Enjoy its fragrant before its disappear.
No more chatting for the past,
Nor for the future, let our lives go fast.
Shahadat has made the journey to life for you,
If he dies earlier there will be left lots of due.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem