what do you really expect?
a smooth flow? or a big flaw from me?
you're wrong, i don't give importance to anything anymore
there is no value
to excellence or
hard work,
the poor here gets poorer
the rich gets richer and those who tell lies
become gods
and so when i try to write something great
or you think it to be so
i am not really into it
i am having a conversation with someone else
and then
when nothing seems really significant
as it is
most of the time,
i get into this,
a pastime,
just a past time
nothing more nothing less
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I would like to translate this poem
Profound thought! True bard does poems as pastime, flow of sentiments to effect the reality of existence!