Sorrow Of Begging Poem by Asimuzzaman Asim

This is a thing that happened in the evening or at night,
I won't beat her, she ruined me,
The day I do celebrate with my parents
Now I am gassy to someone from a nearby bush.
From the perspective of the bitch, I thought that there was no happiness.
I bent one side of my body,
The other part of the body is singing at night,
I am going to the house of my chosen one,
Why is this house so sad?
I will remind return journey from your arbor