To write about the pen,
Glasses on the nose,
At the time the mosquitoes came
His hull that boils,
Poetic words of rhythm
Two Cools That Lose


Written by the mosquito,
I’m so busy,
Waving the angry out of hand
Omni goes that cut
Sleeping night


Revolve around vocals
Fly farther away,
Stolen by sticks
Blood sucks.
When you hit the song
Goes away.


Dhaka city mosquito irrigation,
Life is Jhalapala,
Survive healthy
It is a great responsibility,
The blood pressure burns mosquitoes
Life is on the horizon.