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One day comes in the flow of time
Eternal rest and limitless realization
Arrange everything to know yourself
All attempts fail and retaliate.
Arranged point by point clouds of desire
Lots of expectations looking at the rain
Open Maidan in procession,
I want to be cool with uninterrupted rainfall.
No one comes and asks
No one is responsible for a poem
I sit with prose,
Want pain and perverted frustration.