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Fear Of Lost

Ripened blood still sleepless On the staircase of memory Flying with reliable winds Mild embrace of the winds Imprinting the uprooted roots Sculptures now govern all Breath of independence Floating in the midfield of birth and death Life in the sharp blade of crops For many corpses, wounded bodies, flowing blood For the lost chastity of women, abortions Enthronement and dethronement the politics Everything is an exaggeration, Hyperbolic figures in the born free world In the thorny frontier fences Everyone is brother, sister, relative as human Everywhere the fight for something else Meaningless in the successful freedom Today I cannot run after the wealth, names, fame..... I cannot run after the patriotism, sovereign motherlands..... Fear of lost the humane love I cannot run as the biased spirits 15.08.2020 Chattogram Note: Almost all countries of the world are independent But still, humanity is in the inhumane subservient -wHY?

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