I'm under nourished
You're over nourished
I'm the prey
You're the predator
Why to bother sir?
Let'see
On the day
Of execution
who goes up
who goes down.
Let's see again.
I'm the prey, you're the predator-You have exquisitely expressed the utter state of predicament in its candid perspective dear Binaya...10
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I would like to translate this poem
We have been left here just to see the judgement day, never to foresee, never to repent. So is the fight against the fate, against whom none of our resources or strong points stand erect. It can erect any frigid, it can resurrect a G spot anywhere, be it a skin or a chin or a screen of sins we love to commit. Thanks for the poem.10