To Whom Is But To Tell This Whole

Along the lake’s bank By the big old poplars This clean calm road looks wet As is bathed by dew or late night rain. Let’s join there The ducks and birds Sailing and fluttering, deep in the lake. Let’s wander and get lost in the gloomy forests For nights and for days But, the guards around the bungalows of Indian VIPs Ah! Won’t allow it! O! To whom is but to tell this whole Share this serene scene As she is with you no more… And sorry! But it seems O simple soul! She’ll never, ever, be that sweet companion, Sympathetic listener-- Again any more…!