ParthaLakhi

A dark night, a silent world. The stars in the open sky seem like companions to my thoughts. Just me, my guitar, and a gentle tune— A tune that echoes the voice of the soul. A cigarette glowing on my lips— A fleeting touch on the half-written pages of life. This is my story: incomplete, yet vivid. In the deep silence of the night, I keep writing myself— With music, smoke, and silence.

এবাৰ মন থাকি গ'ল। তোমাক লগ পাবলৈ। তোমাক শেষ বাৰৰ বাবে অন্তৰ খুলি চাবলৈ। তোমাক শেষ বিদাই জনাবলৈ । আজিও তুমি দিয়া প্ৰতিটো উপহাৰ বৰ সযতনে ৰাখিছোঁ।