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Khatune Jannat
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The body becomes intricate.
The world inside the world
There were also anklets on feet
Canna indica in the eyes
Toxicities gas now
A flaming mind
Where to go now?
The backbone habited by insects.
The humans hiding behind the weeds.
Some are being danced with cannon.
Some are crying
Someone is a poem of peace
Oh peace, oh peace!…
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