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The Disaster

By Monzur Alom

The night with full of stars
With the moon beside
Get an awareness of me
I am the disaster.,

The River stops your floats
Or else I will make you rich in heritage
The ring of the world in cloudy
And the soil in mud
I am the disaster.

From the South to the North by the weather
The East to the West by worsening the sky
No longer any town or cities
I am the disaster.

Green trees and grass in hills
Standing till by the strength of roots
But the soil generating in mud
Trees falling one by one
I am the disaster.

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Sn-May,E-08
(07-05-2020)
Editorial Team 
The Art Garden Rohingya 
#StayAtHomeStaySafe 

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