This life is full of queue
and counters
From one place to another
From one country to another
From one note book to another
A bundle of journeys
A bundle of papers
entry and exit.
Life is finally full of big questions
Why when who and where
I ask me who am I
and where from I
where do I go.
Life is finally a bundle of
no answer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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