I love you, man. Humanity is my religion. I sometimes entertaining, sometimes calm. Still, ever freeze. Sometimes very obstinate, sometimes dukhu broken of trouble. I met a man I'm a man... Azad. With rice or a congenital hostility paijama seriousness. Love to laugh, cry, sing and talk. Handicap people I love around me. I love it because not enough people writing journalism like the drug. What does the sixth day, or losing your mind if you wish amkabuki wrote a book about the mind. Determines whether pure literature, but readers fascinated myself in my writing. Here I am, Kalam Azad, blogs do regularly. Communist politics, political philosophy, convincing. My goal is to change the base
The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
If the stars return back
Nobody will stare at the sky
Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
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I could be a puppet!
Could be drifted in stream!
But, No!
In mountains and rivers,
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The cold moon in the misty night
hovers over the smelly hills-
And by it, flows the pebble-deep spring
dazzled in leaf-thrown bliss
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