Ordinary and extra,
It is not extra-ordinary.
What I want to say,
For my words
I am worry.
The game
I am playing
I know not
Its name,
Though you said
It is shame, shame.
To say I am
Keeping my words
Is telling a lie,
Is not admitting time
And is dying.
To say I am not able
To keep my own words,
Is passing away
In a by-pass road
Without caring tomorrow.
Don't be serious, please,
Nothing is for you
And you are for nothing.
You are here just for
Transformation of relations
That has no meaning.
Life is gaming and
That is in us.
You cannot find
Any real issue,
Though some say
It is beautiful
It is lovable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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