Street Play Poem by Samanwaya Njaaneya

Street Play



Im not alone........

the coming autumn...
coming sunrise...
every thing for me only...

then why...?
why I cant console myself...?
even in the case of hunger...

for what Im working...
without sleep...
without dreams....
fueled by money...
only for money...
from money...
at last not me! !

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