I count, I count, I wield, I
wield
And I will leave, my presence
felt.
It’s ego’s cry.
I want, I want, I have, I
have,
And I will leave, my hunger
met.
It’s senses’ cry.
I love, I love, I woo, I woo
And I will leave, women’s
heart wet.
It is man’s cry.
I lure, I lure, I stir, I
stir,
And I will leave, men’s heart
hurt.
It’s woman’s cry.
I bear, I bear, I rear, I
rear
And I will leave, children
intact.
It’s mother’s cry.
Everyone cries, everyone must
cry
As the cry is life and life
is cry.
It’s the world’s cry.
I see you cry, I hear you
cry.
I’m the referee; it is my
sport.
It is the God’s cry.
The new born must cry, we all
wish.
We must cry, the dying men
wish.
30.03.2007
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