PUJO ESHE CHOLE O GELO AND TARPOR LOKHI PUJO O HOYE GALO.DEKHTE DEKHTE AEI BOCHOR TAO KETE JABE. BUT THE PLACE WHERE I BELONG NEXT IS STILL UNKNOWN TO ME AND THE REST OF THE WORLD. WHAT LIES AHEAD OF ME IS ONLY THE DARKNESS FROM WHERE I SEE NO RAY OF LIGHT. EVERYDAY AT HOME IS A SAME BORING DAY WITH SOME TAUNT WORDS FROM PARENTS NOT ONLY ABOUT THE FUTURE BUT ALSO ABOUT THE MAN WITH WHOM I WANT TO SPEND MY LIFE WITH. WHAT THEY BASICALLY SAY IS THAT THEY CAN'T SHOW THEIR FACES TO THEIR OFFICE COLLEGUES BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A FUTURE AND THAT ALL THEIR COLLEGUES'S SONS AND DAUGHTERS HAVE A SO CALLED FUTURE. THIS IS WHAT MY LIFE IS AT PRESENT AND IT MAY REMAIN SAME IN THE DISTANT FUTURE.
The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose, The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare, Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.