You Rather (Octave) Poem by Muzahidul Reza
You Rather (Octave)
Don't burn their dreamy world
You rather out my every point away
Oppressors brothers, and do that
Don't pierce my body in this way
My innocent soul is getting pierced
You rather kill me in that way
You are killing hundred and hundred
Here in this earth night and day.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |07/16/2017
Don't burn their dreamy world You rather out my every point away Oppressors brothers, and do that Don't pierce my body in this way My innocent soul is getting pierced You rather kill me in that way You are killing hundred and hundred Here in this earth night and day.
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5/10/2024 10:04:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In this way! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.