In My Native Land Poem by Rahman Henry

In My Native Land

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Time is an old man—
Ill, useless, suffocated
And waiting for death.

Saturday, March 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: bangladesh,time
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 23 March 2019

Time plays a game of wild youth with all; but one day it leaves and then everything and everyone counts the moment of expiration (death) !

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Rahman Henry

Rahman Henry

Natore, Bangladesh.
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