Here is my wife
And she is busy
In giving words,
Words of so many types.
Here is my son,
And he is busy
In doing all
Banking transactions.
Here is my mother,
And she is busy
In giving love
Not for her.
I am here
Among all and
Searching my way out
To find the truth.
The truth is
This life, but I have
Forgotten all
For the reasons not known.
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