An Advice To My Dear Friend

Win or loss will meet the same end in the dust

The end is fixed

Our movement is circular

So why pine for flying wings?

They will lead you to nowhere

So catch life the colour and size it comes

You can't change its course

I brood over it again and again 

And find no way out for me and my people

In ghettos they born and brought up

In ghettoes they will die

Size your dream

Clip your wings

Or still you think you have ways of saving grace

Drown in the river of sorrows.