The shallow water still reflects the moon,
A drop of water ripples the sky,
In night what shall we do,
Where the pyre dies in anguish,
This road shall not lead to paradise,
Gasping for air while crawling this path,
Found another soul of self,
One for hunger and one for greed,
Its sure we have no where to go,
Or do we know where to go?
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