Sweet candle in the light of the morning, Kanta, if you remember the afternoon, if you are afraid of deep nijhum night call but the story of ghost Shunabakamon. The night is Josna, the light of day, why

Are You That? Are you that? The one who wailed sadly With a hint of humming longs Among the moans of the heart Who kept sinking in the puddle of pain Trampled by the steps of the time Are you that? That