Blank Verse For A Journey
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Muzahidul Reza
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It was winter I met them in garden
No leaves, no flowers, no fruits got at all;
I returned seeing all were in warm bed
I suffered terribly from cold and food,
At reaching home I entered my garden
Found all were alright even in winter.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │19 January,2018
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