First five I lived... I did not even know...
Next five.. one more five... five more.. I lived...
Why? For whom? Oh, I was not bothered...
Two more five... I lived...
Assumed for thy and them...
I am one in the midst of thou...
Now those five have become six and seven... yet I am living...
But why? ... only one answer...lone!
I search and I wander...
It’s a friction of plays and games...
Add a five…upon a five...
But now should I not live? Should I not be?
Hence year after year...
I want to remain as I... it’s the slogan.. .
For neo pleasure...
‘I also want to live’ is the resolution!
you are one lucky lady who is blessed with art of expressing your thoughts well.
you are one lucky lady who is blessed with art of expressing your thoughts well.
you are one lucky lady who is blessed with art of expressing your thoughts well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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