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You Never End
You Never End
You Never End
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You Never End

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You are a radiant candle in a remote hilly pasture. I was grazing my cattle and you came to win my heart. I left you with love and marvel. And I feel empty as I lost all my pasts in your glorious gesture. In Bangla I gave you the name Koliza means the biological heart. You become the symphony of my heart.
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Release dateJul 9, 2020
ISBN9781716757709
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    You Never End - Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    You Never End

    Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    You Never End

    Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    You Never End

    Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    Copyright © 2020 Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    Publisher

    Nurul Mostafa Kamal Zafari

    Cox’s bazar, Bangladesh

    Email: nmkzafari@gmail.com

    First Publication: July 2020

    Price: USD 4.00

    Dedicated to

    Nazmul Hoque Sumon

    Camp in Charge (Camp 13&19) 

    &

    Assistant Commissioner and Executive Magistrate

    Government of the People’s Republic of Bangladesh

    a leader, guide and torch bearer

    Foreword

    You are a radiant candle in a remote hilly pasture. I was grazing my cattle and you came to win my heart. I left you with love and marvel. And I feel empty as I lost all my pasts in your glorious gesture. In Bangla I gave you the name Koliza means the biological heart. You become the symphony of my heart.

    Whose woods these are I think I know

    His house is in the village, though;

    He will not see me stopping here

    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queer

    To stop without a farmhouse near

    Between the woods and frozen lake

    The darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shake

    To ask if there is some mistake.

    The only other sounds the sweep

    Of easy wind and downy flake.

    The wood

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