জীবনকে মূল্যায়ন করতে শিখতে হবে। Misery is the eternal bower of mine, I want to sleep in the arms of thine. Hold me with your heavy hand Misery! Can you hear me? I know, you hear me and see me And give me pain in my veins. I want to taste the sweetness of your, Grant my prayer, And give me pleasure. Don't go away, don't leave me, Otherwise I can't create This piece of poetry In praise of You. Snatch, all the fragments of sweet moments From my memory make me numb, move-less So that I can gain\ The charm of you. 24.06.2010 01:00 am.