La Baldha this poem is dedicated to the garden baldha located old part of Dhaka city wari Bangladesh and this garden was built in year 1903 by king narendrs Narayan raichutri. I’m so grateful and thankful to able to write this poem and to be able to finish his unfinished task. La Balda the graveyard of bald the king is surrounded. Surrounded by and very old grey tall wall the history of all the king and queen will speak from moment to moment and still speaking our memories will speak when we are not gonna be there we had so much memories of joys and happiness. Nobody needs to know that let it be like that today some of us are having so much joy happiness of paradise and some of us are going through so much of pain and misery happiness and sorrow they’re both built on the bondage of promise of true love. Life is not that complicated we just make it like that and death is the ultimate truth. The ultimate mantra try to understand.