I
don't know what it refers to
I don't know where it comes from
I don't know why it is in this world
I don't know whether I am subjected to it
I don't know whether I am a spokesman of it
I don't know how it plays with relations
I don't know to whom it is significant
I don't know whoever are sincere in it
I don't know by which it takes rebirth
I don't know anything about sentiments
But the contradiction is . . .
Still I am always called sentimental. . .
I don't know where it comes from
I don't know why it is in this world
I don't know whether I am subjected to it
I don't know whether I am a spokesman of it
I don't know how it plays with relations
I don't know to whom it is significant
I don't know whoever are sincere in it
I don't know by which it takes rebirth
I don't know anything about sentiments
But the contradiction is . . .
Still I am always called sentimental. . .
2 comments:
what a fatastic thinking............
last two lines got a lot of meaning..nize...it was really a contradiction....
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