Rather simple

When we have  no rains on cotton,
We stand on stool and kick simply.
We make a simple note of statistic.
We write poem , on a simple note.

After we live simply and die simply,
Thinking high , a tongue stuck out,
We shall continue to live out death.
Simply is life’s bare bones in death.

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