life

You look at the red chalk
It looks good but,
Small red tip in the crusted land
Zigzag long hair
Rainfall in urban Baishakh,
A little time spent with you
Prayed thousand times,
I'm killed in your eyes
It's time to forget about those laughs.
You do not have to stay a little longer
Finding lost yourself,
That zigzag of your hair
From the wilderness on the way