Once her false speeches <br />tasted very sweet; <br />all the chamchams* of Porabari^ <br />became tasteless in shame. <br /> <br />Once her false promises <br />seemed to be the inevitable laws of Constitution <br />which must be implemented by the government. <br /> <br />Once her false smiles <br />faded the smiling face of Mona Lisa, <br />and considering her love-letters valuable assets, <br />I preserved them all into an iron-box. <br /> <br />Now when I go passing her, <br />it seems that she never knew me. <br /> <br />Now when I see her, <br />life seems to be very false. <br />How meaningless the promises of a girl may be! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />* one kind of sweetmeat <br />^ a place in Bangladesh famous for this particular sweetmeat<br /><br />Sayeed Abubakar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/false-4/
