Why does everyone want me to learn so much?
Isn't this enough that I have learnt that sun shines.
Isn't this enough that I have learnt that birds fly in a group.
Isn't this enough that I have learnt that butterflies flutter.
Then, tell me, what is this learning all about, this learning without rejoicing, this play of words, these futile mental exercises.
Isn't this enough that I have learnt that I have a heart which is there to rejoice in this festival of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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