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Feb 2017
I can sense them at dark hours,
They start flying in the air,
Coming together,
Getting glued,
Doing miracles,
Going out of the way to make this happen.
And it only happens
on the shore of wholesome solitude~~
Murad Husain
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Murad Husain  Dhaka
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   Bani Marathe
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