Of Dervish
(Acrostic on D-E-A-T-H )
Death never can touch his pure soul
Eternal breath he has come with here
After birth his soul crosses the Azrael
Till reaching to the goal of satisfaction
Heaven or hell is not his wishing place to live
-October 17, 2018 Chattogram
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