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A hall of four white walls under a roof Window with a door touches afar sky Full with books lick all the laden wits soup Breeze comes from the legend tree of fair high Fairy runs after fallow-deer on scene Cupid exhorts the pen of love to dream Flood of feelings rowing the boat of kin The book of poems dances in full brim Hot summer sum wakes me up in morning And bright moon allows not to sleep deeply No rhythm in my dreamy life to sing The song of ever true friendship solely Hither to thither I go find mirror Where nothing exists only the self shore 30.06.2020 Chattogram