i feel my path stony in detail
perhaps mirth is curtailed
even the morning breeze doesn’t gale
for my smile, the twinkling stars fail
what has infected my zesty soul?
or perception responsible, my loss at whole
when I used to see dampening moon
in hope to leave misery soon
hovering clouds, not for petty darkness
but décor the beauty with sharpness
who has dislocated me, 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