My written poam

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That's the bedroom

       Md. Ariful Islam

I did not eat, I went to bed

How much trouble I took,

I went to bed,

By the way, we came to burn in the sun

How much trouble, I understand somewhat.

Winter ray

Ekka, who is the only one,

The poor have children, there is no such clothes.

Many responsibilities on the head,

However, I do not know how long the rest of the world will be stability

Hopefully, I'll bring you the achievement of the achievement.

I want to love the country

To learn it, I go to study,

Want to make life good

To learn it, we went to the seminar.

The sun can not burn in the sunshine

He can not love the country,

That can not be filled with rain in the rain

He can not love the country.

When the sun burns, rain in the rain

Think of it in mind

Let's go to that camp,

I will do all this misery to harm
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