Can we?
I have complained
I have complained
I have complained
I have complained of the horses pulling carts and chariots
I have complained of the camels in deserts, round the mill
I have complained of donkeys and the mules with cargoes
I have complained of chicken’s birth to death; single barn
I have complained of the old age, worthless unless graves
I have complained of the youths’ immorality; unkindness
And of course I have complained; urban life-means-slave
Oh I have
Oh I have
Oh I have
I have been microscope, the telescope pointed and focused
But have I?
Have I ever?
Looked at me in mirror, deep inside
What a shame!
I have not.
Do we at all?
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