The Solution Of Problem Poem by Prativa Dey
The Solution Of Problem
Someone comforts me
The rain is the arrow of speech.
So I lost
My standard
If any of the medications
Tell me once.
Tell me then, in hiding
In this case, Idon't give the ears.
Then just remember
Where are you god
Nobody gives intelligence
Everyone will think of themselves
Save lives
I'll tell myself then
Survival does not save itself
No one can give
The solution.
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