You may go as your wish wherever you want. Take with you the living flowers leaving for me not any fragrance. I have no difficulties in alone dark ground. With the June rains I won't make the tears of suffering. All substances on the earth you may enjoy according to your satisfaction. I won't come there to remind my lost existence. Dry season for my drinks Skylark guest of your clouds Death of love won't touch you 15.06.2020 Chattogram