Minds are blown
Humans are squeamish
On Market Street
The sun will burn
in the morning
With a lamp in hand
A man was looking for a man....!
In the cowshed
On a cold March night
'There is a man
Just let the mind change'
One was born as...!
Hit kick kick kick
Cut if cut
In a nation that has fostered violence
One cheek to the other
If you ask for a top, also an undergarment
The individual who asked to give...!
Remove your eyeballs
He said, "See the apple of your eye."
He who has never sinned
Let the first stone be cast
He does not judge anyone.
What do you want?
He said to give the same to others!
Abandon the churches
The one who asked to open the temples...!
Trample the religion of religion
He who respects human beings...!
He is a poor man
He is a worker
He is an ordinary…
right in front of you
Wandering in the street
Passerby...!
The mansion and the yellow lights
Jasmine's mattress and couch
Yavan doesn't need a bit...!
Broken hearts
To be patient….!
Separated minds
Add to add…!
Race and language
Home and country
Religion... 👼🎅🤶🦌🍪⛪🌟🔥
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To bind the burnt minds...!
He is coming again...
Caught in the wheel of life
torn apart
By rag-tag minds
Let's spread the bed..!
without a place of birth
Knocking on every door.
He is coming...
Let's open our mental doors...!
May the human being be born again - us
In the minds...!
Happy birthday to Christ....!
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Ahamed Thousif
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Comments (1)
Whoaaaa, this was so intense! Well done!