Insects
Mitopali’s impeccable humming of c
They count
One who is anxious in bed at night
Fish in knee water

Someone in your grave too
Will hate “Ayak Thu”
Tell the grandson in contempt
“Your grandfather was a rice thief
You will be immortal even if you d

I will make a movie–
Although the story is old
A lot of remake glorious version
There will be different types of c
There will be a large crowd on the

—Will it happen?
—What will happen?
—That’s a little
—Who? Who will speak?
—Under that big bud

How inhumane
Can you be inhuman?
Tell me how much conscience you ha
Anyone can be human?
If there are more resources

The monster of hunger
Wound has entered the blood veins
Togbage brain
Blood burns on the eyelids
Leaving the volcano

I remember you saying!
“It’s pointless to live without yo
Everything in this world is a lie”
Today all those dubious words have
That emotional context has changed

As much as I cry
If I get that much
What is your treasure in Furobe?
Happiness is shaky in the body
You will be sick

The mother killed him
What a darling child
By killing himself
He gave his life voluntarily
The Dad is not sitting,

There is no one waiting for poetry
Let him open the book himself
The tears of poetry on every page
Find a little meaning in that read
Poetry opens the door of conscienc

I have been thinking for a few day
You from the heart
I will send it to the stomach
Come and see
Occupy the same place for a long t

“Hunger” and “Executioner”
I understand both
Who cares
“Stay at home”
Disease to grief– grief

I’ll go soon
Paddy to be cut in the field tomor
You will take the Cracked picture
I call you
How many people will you go to?

If I survive
I’ll think about it
God was forgiven
If I die
I will understand

Give me rice
Otherwise I will be a bandit
Give me rice
Otherwise I will shoot you
I will eat, I am hungry, I will e

They forgive
They say they love
Sorry
What can I tell them?
They have no shame

You know what
Being a human being is an easy tas
You keep
Both knowledge and conscience exis
Can you

Rust on a small alpine
If you wait until!
In the last frozen bottom
Until the glass of water has dried
If you want to stay the way!

If the value of money goes down!
Farmers will not sell their produc
Will be bought-sold in exchange!
Money is mine anyway
Rich what do you eat?

Rough intellect
Brain expansion
Hookah hua is my music
People say no
Am i “mama”

The second floor of the cupboard
Up-down, two coffee cups
That is your memory
If so, how many impressions are th
Just like the walls

I belong to your independent terri
The thorns on the wall did not go
I haven’t even stepped out of your
I went to the railway station, the
The field next to the house

The roar of your bullets
Give the book a whirl
Crushed under your boots
Shake my face
I forgot your power

Full of life
Cute pieces
When did you give food?
I know
Black

My son
Must be human
He will have a lot of knowledge
Just become human
Dad, look

Now the crow does not call
The rooster crows, does not wake u
Now people are all we live
Strange civilization in the new ci
Now a joint family with parents