The way of life
Hakikur Rahman
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The way of life is unblinking
Does not know where it is started, where is the end
Just know, filled with running
The earth is filled with dots of time.
There may be borders, there may be not
The limit may be seen, may be there is none.
There is a desire to receive
But there is no time of availability
The way is full of fatigue
Which has no end.