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Again a Friday night approached, With attending a gathering in the mosque There was a discussion on a country And there were refreshments too! And the speaker mentioned, For his war-torn country of Iraq The proportion of a doctor and patients precisely is 0.85:1000, to be exact. There were delicious Iraqi dishes I could not remember those names Delighted we served our appetite Returned home, quite full. I saw a friend's post on the net, about self -analyzing own symptoms And treating on one's own, it's terrible I inferred. And I realized, I am juxtaposing reality again, there. The only viable solution, for now, maybe.

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Date: 8/24/2019 8:13:00 AM
This brought memories of my Iraq trip some years ago when it was peaceful. Now in a sad state with foreign infiltration by devils. I like the lucid way you describe the scenes and everything. Thumbs up! Pls pleez do comment on my newest poem too.
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Tamanna Ferdous
Date: 8/24/2019 10:21:00 AM
Thanks a lot for your comment. Surely, I will explore.