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Rahman Henry
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A question thundered out:
-'Who are you? '
Couldn't see him but replied, I
: 'Creator.'
All on a sudden, he appeared
And disappeared, destroyed by himself!
I could manage to hear his last voice:
'For a long millenniums,
I had been waiting for none but you'.
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