Poet
Long time ago there is an old man lived in Netrakona, very strange and little eye he has. When he walks than we thought a horse is running in front of us. He is living in an unhygienic house edge of the town area. Every body was scared about him, because he always walking to the street by getting a stranger laughs on face. He has a sorrow past history. he lost his mother on the boyhood time. One day he called me to go him. That was a winter morning with fogs crated an eccentric moment. He was standing on a bunch of sliced tree in front of a saw mill. He recites a poem written by him
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