For a little light
Unborn; There was a thirst,
No water at all
There was no overlap!
Yet as it does in thirst
The anxious body wants water,
As well as touching the sleep of time
Unwanted empty nest crying!
Still he sits—
Touching the salt water of the sea alone,
No one returns to the forsaken path
He does not meet.
About the Creator
Md. Shakil Khan
Don't Trust People,
Who Tell You Other People's " SECRET"
TRUST ME.
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