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Many words, many sentences… where is literature?
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World is peaceful, dream continues…
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Only news is heard, why don’t we hear truths?
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Erudition bangs… subjects are smashed.
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Book has been read, mind doesn’t absorb.
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“Our life, our wish” they said, perturbation prevails…
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Notes tottered, music continues…
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I need friends… my mind and brain invited me.
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Is old age meant for analysis?
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After writing is over thoughts are being read…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem