Yes, I can die ignorant!
But what to do of age,
I don’t have terms to support me;
I don’t have quotes compressed,
Sentences filled with meanings
Knowledge forming layers
Is the desire of the day
Without which one is dead anyway
Though every layer leaching
Leaches your soul
Takes away the floor
That you did behold
It held you and you held it in turn
Alas! Do not seek meanings
I have nothing to tell
Every time wind blows
It utters a hiss
Being unable to decipher
I let it pick, the worries that's withheld.

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