Ambiguity being the main facet of each plan
How can one be sure - man!
Tell me when was the last time we were sure
Sure that nothing will come uproar!
“Never mind lets plunge in and wait for the wick to burn” was the voice of our fate
But was it wise?
I often sit, mourn, and berate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem