Killing of Jataka
Hakikur Rahman

Gourd is eaten in the bark, and the owl has awaken
Little Hilsas are in the village market, the purchase is going on.
Who's caught? Who sales? Nobody to see
The sale is going on without any obstruction.
If it goes like this, in this country, there will be no Hilsa
The twisted babe's eyes are buzzing, doing the thesis.
That is why the bark tree is running, who gave that oil
I'm sitting in the without hair, the wood apple fell.