In the pen, Eng. Md. Sirajul Islam.

Men build brothels, women give bodies
Don't know the buyer, the history of her in the back!
Makes a woman drab a man, calls her a whore
The man who enjoy the woman at night,
The enjoed man makes the woman debauched during the day!

You become faros your own person
Who was promised that the house will be built at the same time.
What a tiny soul,
The same rule applies to cities or towns
Does the rich or the poors, no matter?

You a woman can't forget a the man lover if you want to
For the thorn cannot pluck the flower soft hearted women

Suffered by compunction that why did meet with him?
Why did he come quietly that night,
Sitting under the blooming flower tree he promised me Love,
The bumble bee took the honey to suck from the immatured bud !

Alas, you foolish woman
Do you want to drive all the farmers?
Unknowingly, the mind hears the sound of the love noise
Gave you body, did not think the future of your luck!

Thousands of women are crying like this
Their houses were not built prevent promised love,
Pretend to love and steal everything
The men of the ages have been cut off relations and escaped!

Prostitute village has become their home
No one wants shelter from stigma.
The child of the virgin, the food of the belly
Courtesan, he is different from women!

For ages, women have done so
A man, 'target' the arrow,
Voluntary female brothel houses
Her peoples did after him!

As many sex centers in the world are built by men
A man in a woman's house late at night,
A good house is getting trapped in a web of deception
The man ran away and left the woman alone!

A helpless woman with a child in her lap, wandered from door to door
No man came forward and said this child is mine.
In the society, the same man gave her hundreds of insults
After all, the brothel gave her a full stomach food
That's why the last shelter for women is the brothel, where only she gets house!
Results of women those who failed in Love !