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Don’t care anymore, what my future would be, Without spirit….there is nothing me. Sleep don’t wrap me up no more, nor time do usher the heal, I sink in my bed, just got days to kill. Late at night, I hear them calling, calling my name, All my sins’ say, “Sinner, it’s you to blame”. In between these changes, and I know I ain't the same, My life ain't no picture, can't put it in a frame. I lie awake till my dreams wake me up, And at the desperation of the hour, all just go hic-cup. Winds of change, can you fly me to a new height….. Can you promise me the dawn, so that I can make it tonight? Still, round and round, circle around, But I know someday, I’m gonna be found, Then build a home, where I belong, where I am bound. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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