Stale Fruits
you sell
many don't love
to devour
live your life
happily
forget death
nothing happens
there after
have you seen
a dead rat ever
that is reality
read heredity
no theory
modern humans
are now wiser
why don't you
come out of your shell
are you a tortoise
still
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I would like to translate this poem
'forget death' Yes. Death is a reality. No need to fuss over it. Practical philosophy your poem provides. Good write.10+