Death of a Magpie
in the last evening
the ceiling fan was on running
came to my house a Magpie;
wings of the fan
oh cut its fly
my niece cried
I'm tried
but after a while,
my praying mat got
regrettable blood
-Wednesday, May 29, 2019 Chattogram
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