I see a burning sun in the sky  at day time,

I see thousands of beautiful stars in the sky at  night time,

Why do I see thousands  of incredible black and white clouds at all times.

When I look up

I see that I am living in a fully white cup.

And  when I look down,

I see a huge burnt ground.

When I look around,

I see thousands of pancakkhandhas suffering all around.

They laugh, they smile, they fight and they die,

And everyday they cry But yet they never say good bye.

I feel sad for the pancakkhandhas,

Because it sounds really bad,

And I can’t take that.

What am I to do?

In reality I don’t know what is to cry,

And what is to say good bye,

And for that I am terribly feeling shy.