I feel my path stony in detail
Perhaps mirth and joy curtailed
Even the morning breeze does not gale
For my smiling, twinkling stars fail
What has infected my zesty soul?
Or proception responsible, my loss at whole
When I used to see dampening moon
With view to leave misery soon
Hovering clouds, not for petty darkness
But décor the beauty with sharpness
Who has dislocated, from the path of life?
Instead of a rose, who handled the thrones
Just a spark of love, requested I
A gentle hand to wipe my eye
To banish the tempest of sigh
Should be one, instead of bi
When will I be reasoned to live?
Ah! Oceanic passions to whom I give