The Sack of Knowledge that i hold
Never brings the joy but cuts my shoulder with bloodless plot
You want to see me high above
why don't you let me take my own.
Battle for admisson cuts my head
that none can see which goes overhead.
This world transformes to fraustration
When all my life goes through competetion
That boy Tarif meandering in medows
flies kites and relishes bites from fruits
He fills up their wishes
without any WOOss!
Learning I want in absolute ecstasy
not with a drop of despodency
Pleaase Give Me That Space
Where I Will Grow Up With My Age
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