Count the years, and realize;
Time runs very fast,
Every breath reduces the size,
Lifespan is cut short,
Man is like a lamb, first, he frolics with pleasure;
But seeing the slaughterer curses his own birth and leisure.

Endless meetings, discussions
Procedures, regulations, statute books,
All waste of time and cutting the inhalations,
Knowing, nothing will happen, all laughing looks,
Slavery of thousands of years,
Have filled us with unknown fears.



Life is very short and never last;
Nobody knows the real will,
All are running aimlessly, fast;
Nobody has anything skill,
Understand your own follies,
Not to inflate with egos and bullies.


Surround yourself with humans,
That sooth the ripped heart,
Capable of making a man of demons,
And curing insanity into sweet desserts,
Such souls can deliver bliss to all,
And peace to all without fail.

Bang and tears of the cows on the harsh talk,
The gossip of the lanes, tires of the lorries,
The stuff of shoe-soles, chat of the public walk,
The grave collection, the driver with his queries,
Unmindful of all-Time comes and departs;
And no-one else far away in the wilderness it parts.

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