37.2 Trillion Cells Poem by Chan Mongol

37.2 TRILLION CELLS
Poem by Chan Mongol
August 10 of 2019

When I look at me, miserably;

I see my lifelong difficulty.

The cloud floats in the sky;

But penetrating my eyes to cry!

Heavy rains always pour down;

Causing floods in my own town.

Off and on such going on;

I have in life only rainy season.

I tried so hard and now, I am tired

And my life is no longer required.

I am fatigued and in cold mood;

I never won and I never felt good.

I failed as the most unfortunate;

So, I gave up life at the terrible fate.

To be born was a huge mistake;

But who was responsible to make;

I guess, I was dumped and got smack;

I was orn to suffer from toes to neck!

37.2 trillion cells are now in pain;

I am et and cold in the non-stop rain!

Enough suffered with torture, horror

Therefore, I can't take it anymore!

Why words like, lucky and unlucky came?

Why the lucky is protected with good name?

Is it the Karma or the birth as rich and lucky?

Or, is it the random selection like, lottery?

Time and tide don't wait for none

Don't be slow like me, in your turn.

Being a hustler, can be worthy but I couldn't be

Perhaps, hustlers in due time, can live happily.

When many are busy to dance and enjoy

Just few and me are here with pains to annoy.

My 37.2 trillion cells are in turmoil

Unfavorable of fire, air, water and soil