Once her false speeches br tasted very sweet; br all the chamchams* of Porabari^ br became tasteless in shame. br br Once her false promises br seemed to be the inevitable laws of Constitution br which must be implemented by the government. br br Once her false smiles br faded the smiling face of Mona Lisa, br and considering her love-letters valuable assets, br I preserved them all into an iron-box. br br Now when I go passing her, br it seems that she never knew me. br br Now when I see her, br life seems to be very false.