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life is mysterious

I come 
find a road, now 
walking on the road, seeing
some are going to unknown
some are coming from unknown
 a divider separates them and their moving
the birth and the death, the good and the bad, 
the rose and the thorn, the king and the slave
all from unknown to known to unknown
Oh! Life; you sometime open 
your eyelashes and 
sometime close it
how mysterious 
you are!

-January 17, 2019 Chattogram

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