Nothing special,
Nothing full.
But friends,
We have to move
With new looks
In this house.
On top or
In bottom
We know
We mums.
Empty we are,
That we care.
No exhibition
But we have only
A fake smile.
We accept
No feedback
In this life,
A mock-test.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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