Goodbye Taslima

Goodbye beautiful days Goodbye happiness You said Taslima My dear poet You further said Good bye childhood That is really painful Goodbye telegram Goodbye letters Nothing to bothers We are here to goodbye all And we know nobody And nothing is going Just they are all Changing their forms And shapes and sizes Taslima, the creator The creation itself is Going to change Ask yourself my dear poet Like you like me Here there everywhere I congatulate you Still you are a poet Looking the world On your own eyes.