MR ( / New York, NY, USA)


You don't know my aim
Or the frantic of my heart's flame
I am too proud to inform you
To everybody my heart is due. But sometimes someone presents pain
Then comes a victims rain
I feel this is my deep life's wondering
Therefore, my soul comes forward with white lighting.

by Mukhlesur Rahman

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