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I'M My Own Physician

Infidel I’m My God is my master of soul Belief of Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddha, Hindu…. hurts me very much, troubles walking path of my conscience, gashes my inside temple of heart My true sense of sight, smell, hearing, touch, tasting now in badly wounded many physicians of prevailing religions come and go but no disease they find day comes with the sunlight and goes night comes with the moonlit and starry sky bed, and goes my illness is increasing day by day the roses are alive and beautiful on its stalk tailor birds and nightingales are happy in twitting, chirping clouds are feeling contented by shedding rain in cats and dogs ducks are quacking for drake romantically o I’m lying on the bed of disease still no physician finds my illness out no, none still finds me out then I become physician of my own inner heart and my intuition gives me a true medicine that’s the love, just love, love for all I take it inside my heart, care it with fidelity now I feel good -December 18, 2019 Chattogram

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