Even our life
Is not present
Is not past
Is not future
I know,
Never provide happiness
Poetry moved
Round dissatisfaction with life,
Failure,
Unhappiness,
Sometimes upset
With severe pinches
We are hurt
As if these poems spread pain
Over emotional wounds.
Walking all by oneself.
If there just for a day,
Unpleasant feeling.
It's not unnatural for a woman
It's not unnatural for a man
Most bitter feeling
At this moment.
Fully dissatisfied with life
Extremely sad.
Prayed to God daily that
Our happiness
Our pride
Our success
Should come to our days
The word life and a
Kind of emotional poem
Runs all over the days
And I ask myself
Whether it is at all proper to survive
Days and morning.
But even if we tried to tear
Reality away from us,
Weakness had grown enormously strong
Perhaps If we grown terribly selfish
Disturbed our self from
Within all the time.
But
When we love our life exceedingly.
We need to accept
Sometimes our heart pains
Share our pain.
But how could we participate in our pain?
When we feel especially sad.
From within as an individual
At this moment
I see life is making our way
And today after our life
Our life after death
Greatest of all poems.
I, on my part, am watching
Without uttering a single word.
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