DEATH
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Who are you sleeping with now?
In whose bed?
Death stays in the same lane……
We meet often………
He asked,
"How are you doing now?
Death is the first sunlight,
In my pillow……
Death floats like a cloud,
Above over me………
Death comes like rain……
Death swing in the light breeze,
Like a drying cloth……
Death gather in the glass,
Window like fog……………

অনুগ্রহ করে অপেক্ষা করুন। ছবি আটো ইন্সার্ট হবে।

