Poverty Flies By Your Wall
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Muzahidul Reza
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By your wall falling lots of garbages
Neither you cleanse nor you use,
The garbages stir by every wind
Dusts and bad smell spread,
Dusts and bad smell cannot touch you
As surrounded by wall stay you,
So you do not take any step
You only stay in your pomp.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/17/2017
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