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In the morning, bowing down at the door of Chruch, he asked
God agreed to dwell on my tongue all day long.
He walked hand in hand to the office.
He started drinking tea.
Like a rat caught unexpectedly in a trap
When the tongue stretches out and gets stuck on words
I expected a savior
who returned after lunch
He said that he had gone to sew his cut sandal.
A crowd of devotees will be waiting for the clock to wake up.
He beamed with a perfect smile.
With a snare tongue
As the tongue unit is pierced
In the evening, I kneeled at the same door.
There is no turning back to someone busy talking to a borrower.
I thought like this in my mind.
As a church from tomorrow
To the coin god
To network
Then, for the first time,
He needs to be reined in.
About the Creator
Ahamed Thousif
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