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All days - one day,
Life is for one day.
Though, so many name
Are there with us.
No matter
Which day- today.
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Thursday - today,
And I start
Measuring the sky.
And I want to know
The colours of life
Here under the sky.
No flattery
But lofting nature
I compose poetry.
I am right as always
Before you and also
Before anyone else.
Take my voice in my
Mother tongue and
You are free to
Test me as you like.
Hate me or hug me
I don't mind.
But set yourself up
To take benefit of all kind.0
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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