Such happiness happens when we are cruel,
Then people congregate to sin and sigh,
Signals are in science, scientific people sign us
With formulae too sincere, theirs is the cure.
One doctor ships a solution to be received
By another professor, whose books read as
Speeches of some happiness, innocence lives.
Begin to touch the paint of a wall,
This needs to be cleaned from the hands,
And so the professor must read his speeches
For they need cleaning.
Happy work needs revision to be included
In the next sector of the spiritual heaven.
A plane of material existence shelters me,
And the space of this cloud and universe shakes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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