Rayhan Islam Shuvro (28th December,1992 / Jessore, Bangladesh)
Make me free from the suited man.
I don't fit society, I can't feed the suited man.
Laying on my back, I watch the clouds plan.
I don't know where should I be, what should have been done.
Only thing I understand, somewhere else I should run.
Listening the wind whistle, makes me feel I'm free.
Free from the wall they made, free from there speech.
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