What is love?.. Abdul Hakim Sujan
You know what love is
I don't know if it's love or itching
There is no shame in the eyes, when it is itchy
People are in front of people, starting to twist.
I don't know what love is
Itching in the heart, want to see now
Talking to others, catching fire
Do you know what love is? I do not know
Love or death, hold the tune in the chest,
It does not end before death.
Chest pain, locks in the bedroom
Eating chess ends, doubting all the time
The eyelids move, wanting to see all the time
When you are young, love burns even in the last age.
I do not know what love is, how I know in the chest
If you are angry with him, your heart will die in trouble
I speak on purpose, Marie sweeps with pride
Why doesn't he talk, my mind is waiting.
You don't know what love is, I don't understand
When I am alone, the orphan understands that I am alone in the world
Inside, it burns like a brick kiln
Who knows love, what size, how to see.
Do you know what love is, I don't know
What size he is, shape in appearance
The mind is anxious to see, the mind is silent
Burning body and mind, wants to see now
Is love just a cry, or the sand-drenched desert, I don't know, you know?
Author: Abdul Hakim Sujan.
Bangladesh
I don't know if it's love or itching
There is no shame in the eyes, when it is itchy
People are in front of people, starting to twist.
I don't know what love is
Itching in the heart, want to see now
Talking to others, catching fire
Do you know what love is? I do not know
Love or death, hold the tune in the chest,
It does not end before death.
Chest pain, locks in the bedroom
Eating chess ends, doubting all the time
The eyelids move, wanting to see all the time
When you are young, love burns even in the last age.
I do not know what love is, how I know in the chest
If you are angry with him, your heart will die in trouble
I speak on purpose, Marie sweeps with pride
Why doesn't he talk, my mind is waiting.
You don't know what love is, I don't understand
When I am alone, the orphan understands that I am alone in the world
Inside, it burns like a brick kiln
Who knows love, what size, how to see.
Do you know what love is, I don't know
What size he is, shape in appearance
The mind is anxious to see, the mind is silent
Burning body and mind, wants to see now
Is love just a cry, or the sand-drenched desert, I don't know, you know?
Author: Abdul Hakim Sujan.
Bangladesh
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