The hand is filled with lump

The hand is filled with lump of money But my fields of grain are filled. Rudyar never found the day, Basundhara of the night floating in the float If you have taped finger sweat, The master of the brain then lost Sailors have their own nickname in the Bhola Blossom flower blossom in the eyes Call out if the memories are faded, Humming Locked Room The birds will come back to know the way home I only drink that water. Tusajab Sithan floated in the air in the wind of the wind