We earned,
But what we earned,
All are not
For our own self.
We have nothing,
Nothingness is
Only ours.
We are here
To loss everything.
Morning, evening,
Earning, living,
And at the end
We are lost.
Still we are to learn
Living with
Substantial right.
We remained
In obscurity though.
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