Today again in the same way
The movement started
In which border that I go
Dust clogged on the legs.
To what address do I have to go
I do not know
In which courtyard I have to stop
I have not heard before.
If walking, in this way
The destination remains unknown
Never there will be any stop on the path
At the bent of the nameless village.
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Author:
Hakikur Rahman (
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- Category: Family
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