An original poem:time to depart

Which life has spent about seventy years,
Why he getting insult in the baseless society?
Now his voice reflects on the sound of bamboo leaf,
Which gets respect by the rhythm of cricket voice.

I raise my voice ,i am the human i alive
Sinking my voice into sudden accumulated water.

In which city emotion hanging on the busyness ,
Where I am compared with short bathing of sparrow.
Today I am extremely poor,burning by touchiness.

So,i am walking through the darkness of time,
Just want to desolve in the unfulfilled wishes.

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