This world is blind
This world is endless
This world is a nonsense
That is danced and revelled
Is this world a pretty poem
Without even a proper
Deployment of meanings
And depth of connotations?
This world is a stupidity of life
Of burdened mind and head
This world is a place
Where the churning out of mind
And the memories become dead
In the spirit poured by over ambitions.
By Ismail Meladi
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