Cultivation of distressful life was starting in our family after the cyclone
No shelter we found except a crushed hamlet on far dale with full alone
On the next year we're moved to hill tracts for probing of best living fate
Through a little job my father cared us with his loving effort to be settled
The year nineteen ninety two was my first year of institutional learning rail
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
07/11/2022
Thanks for sharing the hard experiences in life
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Germination of seed or budding is always beautiful... Nicely penned one...well done. With best wishes/PC