Lockdown- 38th Day
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Mahtab Bangalee
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Last day comes not
It loses ending boundaries
It expands flying wings
Crossing crops field it comes to royal huts
Ravishing mastermind locks it laughs on nerves
It likes to show the dream of free but thrashing more
Scheming of epitaph it composes on the times lure
Now on the earth blood, substitute of power inseminates tolerance
Bitter outcome perhaps will be crowned by more souls absence
02.05.2020 (Chattogram City)
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