Sunday, November 15, 2009


In the middle of a town;
Passing through the same lane,
On the forehead lies the frown,
For the men who are sane.

On their mind there’s no conclusion
for the empty soul,
As they live for one passion,
For the wealth until old.

The creator has been forgotten,
As they live for the world,
At the end they will be rotten,
In the grave, another world.

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