Golden Brothel
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Mind; O Beauty
My mind of thinking is autonomous
On this forlorn golden brothel
So, let's
Be wanderer
On this independent trunk of the sky
Like the goalless morning breezes
So, let's
Be traveler
On this independent chest of earth
Like the goalless ever-flowing stream of the river
So, let's
Be dreamer
In this independent brothel of the loving heart
Like the epoch maker verses of the classical poet
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