Are the calenders ours?
Are the calenders necessary in life?
Who is there to count the time?
Sketch not life with any point from anywhere,
Since the points are not the one and the same.
See everything with pleasure if you are alive.
Tell all that you are there for the truth
And truth has no legs or hands or wish or anything.
Face the traffic in mockery, dance in the bar in mockery,
Attend the feast in mockery, Describe the cock and
Bull story vividly in the class of the students
And try to make them learn that have no value.
Good or bad, forget all and say, my dear guys
Come on, if you are wise enough and see in your eyes.
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