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Mar 2021
I drew a curve, do not know when
But couldn't straighten that anyhow.

I tried to draw a circle,
Finding its circumference, the circle was though drawn but could not complete.

I started painting a face,
The memory is so deeply lost,
It does not appear anymore in my mind.

I wanted to walk on a path,
The road is so steep,
So could not find the edge of the lonesome plain.

Wanted to make a formula,
But observing the depth of the numerology
Could not complete the same.

Suddenly the wind blows and I lost the path,
Now it's just the turn to play hide and seek with the heart.
Hakikur Rahman
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Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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