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In the rhyme of iambic rains
I'm wetting; sweet scent of
Cake in my writings nostrils
Nostrils of the poetic sense in
Off mood; barren field the whole
Day is seeking the crops of words
Words is the lost substance of
The subconscious pen; meditating
Regions of heart weaving a path
Path now showing me the light in
This rising night; I'm writing a
Goalless hive of my expression
Expression of time in me like a bee
To survive for a name hoarding honey
22.08.2020 Chattogram
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