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Sep 2021
(Continued from 8/10)

After hours (or days) of
the conversations, he could realize
the fact that,
there is no control over
the afterlife and no one
but the creature controls
what should happen to those souls.

He thought,
he breathe deeply,
he took everything very seriously
and then took farewell
from the spiritual ghost.

Suddenly, the returning path
becomes so shortened,
after a few hours he arrived
at the flowing river’s bank
and surprisingly found
the one eyed helmsman is waiting for him.

Continued….
Pure fiction. Any similarity should be treated as mere coincidence.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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