Being tired I look at myself
Nothing has been done
Yet...
The setting sun is red
The flying birds are on homeward
And here I am
Tired and dejected
After the long night
I may come and engage myself
For newer job and thought
Before all this I pray:
Oh! My God!
Let me give the chance to fulfil the desire!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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