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Oct 2020
When my life is done, the body will be clay!
My relatives will cry around me.
What's going on with me after a moment?
I'll lose my pride and power by the funeral
And My corpse will be kept in the dark grave!

No one is not going to go with me
Anyone is not going to be my partner
Oh God, what a danger I'm going to face there!

I have no wealth and power
How I will survive there
I'll be passed by the answers of good works!

Where's my beautiful haven and costly car?
Where have gone my glory?
And all my luxuries have gone far away!

All my love will break down
I have to stay in the cruel and dusty room.
And that's my eternal home!

God, guide me and protect me before I die
Let me be pious and a right religious person
Lord, make me your full servant before recalling my soul, please!
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Imran Islam
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Imran Islam  31/M/πŸβœ“Lure Pot βœ“πŸ
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