All planets are circling around the Sun,
People are running after money,
From the very begging it was begun,
The bees are running after honey;
The kids are centered to thier mother,
The Muslims are centered to the Mecca
Some people running after power,
Our knowledge is centered to bibliotheca.
Our mind is centered to our feelings
We always bare positive or negative idea
The superior are engaged for fightings
The sinners are centered to paranoia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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