Like many others
I also purchased a plot of land
At the brink of the city.
Very little plot as my fief
Like a tiny pill of poison
That can destroy a life.
I have sorrowfully erased the word ‘deposit'
From my life,
But hatefully embraced the word ‘deficit'
People say I have done a lot
Purchasing the land,
Constructing a structure…
I calculate nothing but a big dot.
Of course, they will be availed.
Both physical and mental toil
Will paralyze me day by day.
They will wait and wait
To sing the funeral song happily,
To enjoy ungrudgingly.
At the twilight of life,
Reckoning the sacrifice,
As the only self-pelf
Pacify attaining nothing more.
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