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I don't know
Where they are going
Whom or what work
Who or what could be
Beyond their border
Though everyone outside
Introducing while crossing occurs
As if an art of rain
Freaky clouds of Autumn
Beckoning like a floating crane
Stream of life behind the beauty
Turned away see the river flowing
Pulls of upstream,
Stunning horizon,
Longing of losing
Blind beauty of the bare form
Ah! itself an amazing outburst
'There have to go with the glory of tunes'
'There have to go for the needs of life'
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem