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Known the way when it has turned
The way to get the new way
Continue to go in-
Thee have become a wayfarer
Seen the bending of the river
At the early stage straight,
In the middle meander
Where the misery,
Agony forms
As the so many shapes of sandbars
Sometimes get stuck the ways of life
Crossing this ups and downs ways
With struggle,
Persistence,
So many the ways of wilderness
Like the journey of nomads
On the ways thee have built the home
Known to be grew unknown
Unknown to be known
After many of the ways round
Thee mingle at the estuary-
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem