Way
Sailor has a lighthouse at far
Fluster is seeking a fresh morning
Street and way are mixed each other.
This is as a new feudalism
Destroyed world
Humanity terminal is stage of Ozone
The alphabet has been wiped
From the book of grand father
Procession has been stopped.
Peacemaker had many dreams
Revolutionary had many revolts
King had a lot of fear.
Now have a way
Have a true
Need not waiting for a moment.
-R.Amin
Bangladesh
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