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Mar 2021
Listen to the broken melodies all around
When the bond was snapped
The stream of cataclysm came into the chest.

All the flowers in the garden are laying on the floor
There is no one to pick them up
The heart is full of darkness
Playing there waves of pain.

Shravana stream falls
Filled my eyes
All were washed away in the flash flood
How do I call someone.

When the courtyard has been broken
I could not see anything
Wandering alone in the empty arena
I stopped at the edge of the sunset.
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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