28/12/2025
In the light of moon, I hear her name,
Like Rohel’s beat, it burns like flame.
From camp to dream, my heart it runs,
For her smile shines brighter than suns.
Sukor Kuna — sweet like rain,
Washes my sorrow, heals my pain.
She wears a scarf, I hold my rhyme,
Love in silence, beating in time.
We got no stage, but songs we own,
In the dust of camps, love has grown.
No gold, no rose — just words we give,
With Rohel’s flow, we learn to live.
