MOU,

Shuvho Noboborso.

We are not sure of sorrow

and joy was never sure

Today will die tomorrow

and time stops to no mans lure.
But love grown 

faint and fretful

with lips but half regretful

Shies with eyes forgetful

Weeps, that no love endure.

Wishing you and yours a joyous
celebration of New Year!