Poem 02, 2021
I’m not me, my soul is real Me. My body will be dust, I’ll return to He. He is my God who made me. I’m His vicegerent, I want to be like He. My life is nothing but some time, where I pass my time to see. I know I’m nothing, I can’t do anything willingly. Who I’m then, who you really are? My soul is going far from me to far…! Yes, I do dream, I’ll be a happy man. I’ll do what I should. I’ll do what I really can…!
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January 05, 2021
Kallyanpur, Dhaka-1207.
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