Please don’t lust the world as a young whore without any name and destination

If this rain continues to fall for a thousand of years. Will it cure the sorrow that has spread around the stratums spilling out of fossil oils? And one day the classical Bengal that had observed by Jibonando Das will have disappeared along with the variations of Delta. Nowadays the silts also pervade throughout the urban wind for a preposterous change. The river also stumbles down resembling a truck with a hundred of million tons of garbages. Yet the people still dreaming out of their heritage, Vatiyari, Vawaiyya Songs. The wind is filled with the acute stink of unsocial science. And the time bomb of plastic lurking throughout the bathroom to drawing room, from greenroom to health room. The river that flows down throughout out the soft and flexible source of our throat have also been covered with the million of plastic fossils as the earth filled with the Dynasaur once. Thus the way sorrow became as cheaper as the meadow grass, though the original sorrow remains as a hard to find the object. And you won’t get an original feeling if you rigged out for a voyage and you’ll realize that how the pack of plastic Bottles and Polythenes have intrigued a policy to extinct out the beautiful birds of the earth. Therefore, we have to take it for granted that we shall float on the sea, along with our all histories. And keeping in mind, we have to pay up 17% tax to the group of people who remains as the most failure terrorist of all time and those who lusted the world as a young whore without any name and destination.

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