we all touched to all you
awful odours came out of us
everything is messed up
we are hidden recklessly
also we grew old being powerless
we got dirty clearly
fow what?
we stifled with endless troubles
at last we died indeed
what a pity,there is no where empty
our hands touched your hands
eyes are deleted from faces
what apity,there is no difference
dont get angry to them
they are unconscious of anything