Ask not anything,
In no way I am
Ready to answer
At present here.
They are all
Crying here
Something unbalanced
In their life.
Ask not anything
No one knows
Where is the button,
Button of life.
True, all options-
Opened and all
Anxious to see
What is going to happen.
The floor is empty,
The humanity is empty,
The love is empty,
And the priest returned
Empty for fear of life.
For life
No one should bother,
As always, it is all
Going to tell
The truth of death
And the death is but
A common platform
Wherein each one
Enjoy full freedom.
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