Herein, we all pretend to live,
Rather than living truly,
With fashionable deceits;
The song of innocence is far away...
From dawn to dusk and
From dusk to dawn, striving to hold the architecture,
Built upon a false foundation, adorned with complexities,
And the real estate is still underway.
As nothing can be separated from the other,
The whole is the sum of all beings, and all parts belong
to the same and perfect entity.
© Quaid - Uz - Zaman
Country: Bangladesh.
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