My Garden and The Spring by Mohammad Jainul Abedin - HTML preview

In the deset of hate

Here no flower blooms

No sun rises

No bird sings

No rain falls…..

Here river does not flow

Spring does not appear

Moon does not shine

Butterfly can not fly…..

There is no green field

There is no twinkling star

There is no smiling face

There is no fearless mind….

Nobody can live

in the desert of hate

There is no love

There is no respect…….