Story By AHMMED
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AHMMED

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I am Ahmed Ali, But better known as the fictional Aristotle and Atik Ahmed Sukarno. As a poet and writer.I have been able to gain a good reputation among friends. I like to write about real issues.By the grace of the Creator I have written many poems as well as novels and attempts to write about the modern political system of the state.
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"Unpublished tears"
Updated at Oct 4, 2020, 03:36
Once upon a dark evening I sat in silence In a chamberless pharmacy Look at Ruposhi Lalna. Communication is not desire Honey smeared in her voice Shame breaks shame Coming to buy condoms. Someone has been upset or though I did not I wanted to listen with interest Didn't say a little .. What was or was needed That is to say Without hesitation Said a lot .. Close relatives are very close I used to work in the office At the end of the office at night Rose used to return home. Suddenly one cook He did not return home There is no one who survives today Death in his bleeding. Tomorrow night is his life The base is covered, Hyenas dragged the team Bleeding. Not one but two There were twelve One by one, everyone is on the wire Ate. Through signs All this says .. Society gives them a lot of abuse Why go to the office, Some of those people are police What a bad girl .. What to say, who will listen Such ahazari, Since then He bought a condom. That may be the case Can happen to him Does not come with, as, One by one, one by one. What more can a decent society say? If alive, People will know when they die Notoriety will rot. There was trouble on the way back With other men, That is why I understand that life is gone Has been a victim of rape. Clothing was everything Recklessly Misbehaving girl, How many people will say .. I'm much better than that With a condom rakhi, In the security fence One by one, like, come .. Lalna's eyelids Tears, unpublished, Whether to delete A group of civil society. "Atik Ahmed Sukarna"
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