Hope for some is heartache. We cannot see through eyes of guilt. But as we seek conviction. So when we travel down the road. To sinful deeds no more. And share Him shore to shore. He Hung on the Cross. It can be just as swift as the breeze.

Some Bengali poems are written by me. I wrote the blog using avro keyboard which is the product of www. com and it is very useful software to writing in Bengali anywhere. So enjoy it and make comment on it.

com? FIRST YOU BECOME A READER. THEN YOU BECOME A BELIEVER. TO TRY TO MAKE THIS WORLD BETTER. An old lady in a Lincoln just cut you off. Spilling hot coffee all over your clothes? And when you finally flipped her off. She just stuck up her nose. Now I know it happens all the time.

Those were the days, when we were together,. Walking hand-in-hand and caring for each other. Those were the days, when we use to talk about everything,. Use to share our problems and fight for every small thing. Those were the days, when we never wanted to leave each other alone,. And wanted to roam around and see every place unknown. Walking hand-in-hand and caring for ea.