Crying Lyrics | Rabin Ray

অ্যাওয়ার্ডস - ০৪
কবিতা......
"Crying Lyrics"
Rabin Ray
Amdanga, North 24 Parganas,, West Bengal, India

Stop God ! please stop ! 
Give me the full stop ;
Hay ! I've got much,
Blessings fall scratch.
I needs your's course, 
Through on me by force.....

Poor life creates me folded,
Powerless broken handed;
So, no one love me yet,
All of theme shows hate. 
My underestimate heart,
Has broken into part, part... 

Pieces heart has won enemy,  
Unfortunate no earned money ;
Getting no benefits from down
Leave me alone who has known. 
Lonely life must go in deep sleep, , 
Heap of sorrows wants to sweep... 

Without any help of you,
I can't escape from view ;
I'm prayering for the die,
I sure, Don't saying lie.
My life makes me ugli, 
This born gather of glee... 

No, no, no, no my the,
I haven't need smoothy -
Life again to be a toy ;
I Don't want never joy... 
My crisis is my death;
Gently close my breathe..... 

It's so much and enough, 
You're hunting me in trap;
Dude, let's one two three, 
Bro! now leave me for free.
All the wise given them,
Whose were my problem..... 

I know better every time,
You're the majestic prime ;
My appeal not to be waste
Don't break of your's Trust..... 
So,never playing none tricks, 
Oh! My Thy, grant crying lyrics ...

Crying Lyrics | Rabin Ray

About the poet:
 Born in 1985, Robin Roy did his primary education at Gadamara Lower Primary School and Nikunjnagar Primary School and completed his 8th standard from Bhagwati Smriti Vidyamandir and completed his higher secondary education at Adhata High School (U.M.) (Binjan Division).
 After that he got admission in Harin Ghata Mahavidyalaya but could not continue due to his father's death. Personal training to earn money.
 While doing this for a long time, he came into contact with children's literature and his poems began to be published.
 His first poem is "Rabi Chand". Poetry and song are the main subjects of his literature.

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