Preoccupation - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
If you have no time in hand-
Have to understand you dead
If air becomes motionless-
Human being goes in destruction
Spring always falls in drop
Is it spring or lover of her?
You are neither a robot nor a sparrow!
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