Earth knows a thousand stories of human sorrow

What a pity?
candle is burning very fast
and eyes are sleepy.
night crawls as a Tortoise.
hidden thoughts won't come out.
How can I say the whole world is sleeping?
some eagerly counting notes,
quarrel to divide the earth,
sing melodies and elegies,
grumble for their shares and et cetera.,
What a ridiculous life is this?
we sing and dance
on our own grave.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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