And who am I?
What for I am here?
Alas, till date
It is not clear.
I am telling myself
I am alive.
And I am unable to know
The meaning of living.
What is this world
Where I am now?
I know I have far less
Value than a cow.
Who am I to object
For any word or
For any action
Of yours?
Have I so knowledge?
The knowledge
That is here
Is not clear.
Excuse me, I am
Telling this, my dear.
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