O me! O life! Of the questions of these recurring
Of all people who to give, Of all who won't speak
Of the circle all follow, Of infinite objection
Of obtuse dreams and acute execution, Of exploitation
Of blind extraordinary acts, Of overlooked disorder
Of confusion and composure, Of less good more bad
Of traps for rats green cheese, Of the unknown
O why me? O why life? O what am I? O what is life?
Answer
I don't know yet. -Jyotis
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