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Dec 2014
Past! I lost no good to me.
Future! Toward full of anxiety.
Happiness! It’s a short time guest.
Death! End of life and reality.

I am a wanderer no aim.
And like to see dream whole time.
No racism and killing –
Nor religion and country.
In my every dream I see.
Mitel Chakma
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Mitel Chakma  35/M/Dhaka
(35/M/Dhaka)   
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