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Nov 2020
His name is Kuber
Lives in a rural area.
There was a piece of land, cows for plough and a small house
With those he run his life.
He had to sell all for his daughter's wedding
Now become a day laborer
Eats if he get a work, otherwise remains half-eaten, or starving.
That's how it goes, the night comes
And the pains of despair just float in the air.
Finally he decided, he will go to the city in search of work
With so many hopes, one day departs for the city.
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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