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 fretfulwith lips but half regretfulShies with eyes forgetfulWeeps, that no love endure.
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!