Memoir 3 Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin
Memoir 3
All the time I'm comer;
Either for snatching something or for apologize;
though I'm not excusable!
Falling in love of Lucifer-
turned down a lot of Holy places into hell;
Bearing four-faced only for a livelihood!
Sins fixated like ice;
but they are arrogant and rising,
So, the sinful confessed all the responsibilities;
of destroying society and culture beheading.
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