Winter greetings
Hakikur Rahman

In the evening
Fine wind is playing.
The sun is about to sink
The bird pulls the mire back home.
Bucket of juice on the shoulders
Gachi is back home.
Don't stop shivering in the cold
All together, set up the fire.
The cake is dipped in the juice in the morning
Very tasty, heavy sweet to eat.
Very cold winter brother
Still want the winter to come.