এই পৃষ্ঠাটোৰ মুদ্ৰণ সংশোধন কৰা হোৱা নাই
Bezboroa and Few Others
RELIC (Abases) Flower blooms, petals fall Fragnance pervades. Vina lies in pieces, chords tear The sweet melody vibrates. Death snatches the bloudes beauty Smile her lips, pretty. The moon of the second night sets It's light, sweet and soft lies. Gently passes the evening air Mild pleasantness in rnind. Eagearness of desire, agony of mind, Unfulfilled lust, bitterness of hope Gradeually diminish But their echo relics Bride leaves her childhood's home Tears roll over the floor. Wealth departs, companions forsake Fame or defame of the soul remains. Bezboroa and few others # 2
