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Nights

The martyrdom of innocence And the corruption of my soul, Everyday I loose myself Or maybe, time’s just taking its toll. Where do I go from here? Far, near or somewhere in between… Everything extorts my value sublime, And all is gone from within it seems. How do I cleanse my spirit? At least for myself to keep it? Lost and lonely, I’m mine, if only….. Sing me your epic Resurrect me with your melody, Come solace my troubled heart And save me with your tender ode. (C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.

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