And we labour for nothing,
Nothing is there here.
We come and we go for nothing,
And nothing is there here.
We are busy in focusing
On priorities of life.
And we are measuring the space
We have acquired so far.
We are so fooled that we are
laughing at us for nothing.
And we are calling no one to
Keep us in tact for everything.
Our status is in between
Nothing and everything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem