Memoir 1 Poem by Mohammad Mohi Uddin

Memoir 1



Being straight as drawing stained paper, looking at faraway,
Touching the musical instruments of Abyssinian adolescents,
Listening to the songs of Abora's region,
containing them in the bottom of heart, roaming in the dreamland,
Finally, coming back with the shame of ruined regress.

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