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Nov 2020
Finding this time, that time, fore time
Body and mind are tired
Seems it is worthless to find out
And the time is shortened.

Thoughtless thoughts
When it is monsoon, when it is drought
In such a crisis
The path is filled with ditches.

That way no longer
has any end
So, start again to find the way
whatever remained.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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