Nothing new but you are
Doing the same things.
You are eating so many things,
Taking bath in cold and hot water,
Going to sleep with the lovely mate,
Telling lies, drinking alcohol,
Giving speeches, and showing yourself
The great architect of this world.
Nothing new and you are
Doing so many things
With no values.
Reality is that you are
Not seeing others,
You are on the fire.
Your journey is an irony,
And you are nowhere.
Thing is that no one is
The expert in math.
Today is not an ordinary day,
You have forgotten
That I want to say
At this time dear.
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