Life has no more
Pleasures to treasure
Life has pains
Beyond all measures
I sing songs
With no scales and rhythm
I write poetry
With no rhyme in them
Is the world lost?
Or am I lost alone?
Everywhere I find
Misery and its clone.
Life seems to be
A forest in the dark
Life seems to be
A desert with no footmark
Languages are lost
Words have no meaning
Voices are soundless
But soundless voices are teeming
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