Sayed Hossain Diary
Friday, January 30, 2015
Whisper
When I walk alone in a lonely place, I listen a whisper from my parents,
Khoka, we are here, look beside you, we are waiting.
I turn my head but see no one except big big trees standing beside my walk way.
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