‘I have not let my sister to go
and she also never allowed her pet to do so.
She fasted as her pet died
and her destiny merged with that of her pet.
She talks to me, she sings, she plays on the piano...
She is my sister- how can I get a foul smell? Stupid.
When my father comes to know,
he sets himself ablaze.
Police then appear
and take my most beloved companion for post-mortem.
They arrest me too...
Now I am in a mental hospital.
Believe me my friends-
I have not done any crime.
Now I want to be free
and donate all my properties.'
Believe me my friends- I have not done any crime. Now I want to be free and donate all my properties.' Is it a great imagination my dear. a very nice. tony
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Earth, Living, Life and death! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.