iam in cardboard, again
cardboard you throw on the street
cardboard, being kick and crusshed
every day, on the road
i am like, cardboard, again
my life full of cardboard
i am sittin in the room
which made off cardboard, and
sitting on cardboard chair, and
food is ready on, cardboard table
have just picked glass made by cardboard
and open cardbard bottle of whisky
iam in room, made by cardboard
fridge, stove, my chaire, even dvd player
my phone, tv, bed and bedsheets,
all are there, made by cardboard
my desire to be with you, and
the feelings, i used to hold, and dream
for you, all turndout to be cardboard
i am happy cause, atleast
you have, givin to be livein, cardboard
it is real and does not fake
like your feeling, and love for me,
so thanks, be happy, live long
do, nt come near me, stayaway
from cardboard.
one room, full of cardboards
in one room without you.
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I would like to translate this poem
Don't light a match! ! ! ! ! Dave