Death The Pathetic Truth
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Muzahidul Reza
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I was asleep with you
In the morning I got up
But you I found not
Though every where I was looking for;
Finally I failed,
Your dear body is now getting rotten
All are taking a great step
For putting it under ground;
Finally I looked at that memorable face
My face reflected on it
But was no way to do any case
How pathetic truth it is!
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