On the way
For those three months
I haven't seen your sight.
Still along the whole night
My love is waiting.
Fast, too fast,
The trees are passing by.
From the passing car,I close my eyes,
To feel that - my love is waiting.
During this long time,
My face became pale, a bit scorched.
Still to see me, she never minds,
For me, on the doorway, my mom is waiting.
The poet is a student of Barishal Cadet College