Fazle Rab

My very first poetry

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No one picks up, no one prattle,

I am a broken glass of cocktail.

After you, nobody was there to console me,

I cried with my head held on my knee.

Happy to come now if you have come,

My door is open all time for you to come.

I…

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Fazle Rab

Fazle Rab

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