I want to kill the word you from my life forever, so if I am jailed, I don't mind standing on the gallows. Who has not worn the garland of Bibagi Birha, yet you are a sleepless night of procession, yet you chant slogans against love. Those who came now stand at the bus stop in the morning at Pallibidut, Hemayetpur, Shariatpur, Amin Bazar, Gabtoli, Shyamoli, Dhanmondi, Dhaka College, Azimpur. Is there anyone else like me on this journey? Or a couple like us? Do you still smell the same in the morning? What wonder! However, the love did not last. Someone said to me, if he only goes mad, how much more will his life be than love. We do so much for our loved ones, to keep them well, but at the end of the day we have to give up on ourselves, this is the reality, the law of destiny. We can't change what we want.