তামান্না ফেরদৌস

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Zul-Qarnain these days as a patsy in Babylon Tim Horton, Tim Janis Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone You were a father's lump and a mother's grace And slowly in your ladder you learned to term these as art Not those in Those Winter Sundays. What did you do with that wooden frame? Did you find the tree in ancestry? In a writer's studio Yes even without an autobiography Surname, on a Harlem street, for one , Lucy Heo? Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2024

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