Mohammad Mohi Uddin
Bangladesh
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Memoir 3

All the time I'm comer;
Either for snatching something or for apologise;
though I'm not excusable!

Falling in love of Lusifa-
turned down a lot of Holy places into hell;
Bearing four-faced only for livelihood!
Sins fixated alike ice;
but them are arrogant and rising,
So, sinful confessed all the responsibilities;
of destroying society, culture beheading.
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