A formless voice wakes me up,
In a barren world of tub.
Stream of consciousness screwed it hard,
Indian writing made me a nerd.
Mornings are veiled dreamings like you,
Exam paper lost like Mallya flew.
Temperature dried up liquid fast,
Everybody felt today is the last.
Enjoy the life without being rust,
Life is a vicious circle that turns to dust.
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NUR NAZIBUR RAHMAN (c)