A Gossip Gang Poem by Emranor Reja

This is ours let alone there's. Meeting place while staying at Bazar Chartala. A gossip gang. A tea stall. An adjoining people time and so talkative adipose smile and laugh. A river. I am used to exalt the simplicity of the man beside me. Future is uncertain. We are men all always dislike the evil-doer who has a evil eye to the nature. Our native village specially the palace where I am born I mean my birth place is the nature of heaven touch beauty. Meghna a child of ever lasting youth pries us to watch the everything between sun and ray. It's not a puff. It's a cinema of reality. It's a real drama and original copy of nature. You have the right considering it puerile. Freedom. Case. Pucker life. You have the right of leading Psalm book life. Your life is your choice. I am always going onto the truth. And the truth is nature.