emotion is being quelled. what a tiny heart can do? I do not want to dream once again like Abu Bakar, Faruk or Shaheen. I want to gaze at you once again. O! the earth. Please let me take the breath of fresh air. mind flies all round the hour. what shoul i do? nothing... the best solution. But some whisper collapse my silence. I can not tell them words those are crushing me. My heart is beating me up. Save me thou Earth. One thing. Do not keep me alone here. I want to leave the grand campus of the University of Dhaka. I am lost here among the corrupt system, bloodthirsty politics, selfish guys, haughty and arrogant unfriendly teachers(!) and boss officials. One thing can survive here. iAnd that is politics of power, politics of tricks and politics of muscles. I am no more suitable here. forgive me earth....but let count the ways how much I love my campus out of politics, so called teachers, politician boro vais (senior brothers), adulterated food stuff of Motaleb's canteen. How can I leave you the red buses, smile of ....................