Our Whole Days
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Mohammad Skati
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Our whole days are filled with Pains and sadness anytime Simply because that's what we see In front of us anytime... We are not care-free, We are not pain-free, and We are not sadness-free anytime... These whole days prey on us As if we are their bitter enemies... We always suffer from what we see, From what we hear, from what eat, From what we touch, and From what we smell... We are not doing well Simply because nothing satisfies us... We only suffer from what's going on Around us anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Our whole days run like Things that do not care about us at all... ______________________________________________________________________
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