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Life is a Mess

In a world full of pain, how do we find hope?

By Rohitha LankaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

I've been left behind, and now I can't take it anymore

It's like the body is broken and the body is like a snake

When I put on my clothes and put on my chest, I feel sad

I got my daily wage on nuts

It's not enough to eat three times

The debt book is as high as the sky

It's sad, but there's no one to tell

The big man came to that house and opened his mouth

I have to cry and see their tears

The rice hasn't ripened for three or four days

How can I bear this misery anymore

I can't even extinguish the suffering of this world in this life

If I pull it, I'll turn the suffering into happiness

My son, who doesn't understand six or four, sleep on the coconut heap and roar

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    Written by Rohitha Lanka