People waste their time
In thinking too much,
They wait for some action to come
to take their action,
Foolish people! Ask for leisure,
Of what use is this rest?
If they repent at reaction,
If all at last they just,
just cry and cry,
And fill their thirsty heart
with the river of their tears,
Tears- which signifies pain of no meaning
Of no shape,
Then thousands of questions
bang their mind!
Of what shame they cry
For wasting such time.
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