Oh, my despair shall be there,
Altogether the mind is in flow,
But I am in despair,
As no man shall know.
I am separate and alone,
Times have changed as I,
My widows and orphans are around,
For my body is a phantom.
The spirit yearns for the other side
To be a complete transaction,
But the despair I was spared
Had suddenly appeared.
From life the morals ran,
Unlike the moral, life was a plan
That encrusted the neighborhood
And everyone who died.
This, my despair is called eternal,
The case is simpler than the case:
My living and dying has been true
As you too are in this complete picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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