Asleep not, my muse begins to trot,
Evoking whispers of willow
In my memorial mirage.
Asleep not, my concern is hot.
It has nothing to pillow
But your cold corsage.
Solely awake solely in wait
Whether affectional arrears
Find the atonement too late
To recoup your stray tears.
Half desirous half in despair
How my wistful heart dithers
When into thin air
Years of attendance withers.
Dazzled by the sizzling beauty
Of butterflies
I plodded through
Th saloon of the flowers and flies.
I reached a
Narrow dusty path.
Now the garden
Is an unclear dot behind me.
Its trying to attract me
To its inclosure of magic
But I cannot enjoy
These flickering happiness
Which lasts half a second.
I have to reach the love
Which is lullubies for me
I have to reach my grandmom
Who waits for me
With her affectional eyes.
I have to be in her caring hand
Where I find relief.
Alas!
Its dark around me.
The sky turned fearful black.
My vicinity grown
Into a dreadful ebony.
The terror in me
Set its music.
The tears in myeyes
That aimed at the ground
Began to outflow.
I shrank to the edge
Of the track.
Suddenly the lilt
Of sorrow and pain
Was removed by the new music.
That’ s the flying sound of butterflies.
Those seem to be
The footsteps of my love granny.
That sound is nearing me .
The soft hands of grandmommy
Clutched me to her
And her guarding hand
Wiped my tears .
Yeah,
I am in my destination
I am in the ardour
For which I waited.
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Would you imagine my shame
At the sight of my blame
To your love, my sweetheart
To that which caused us to part
Could you feel my pain
At that moment of black stain
When your lips shattered our sanctity
A marriage it was, based on sincerity!
O horrible truth! Harsh facet of life
Of what use is being your wife
When your heart beats in her arms
And blind are your eyes for my charms?
Never thought I such a blasphemy
Would befall our own matrimony
Pray let me show mercy
Pray let me forgive you truly
Impossible it becomes when the thorns
Prick my whole essence to make me become like forlorns!
Better it is to go each on our way
And let life guide us on a new alley!
Love, why do you become ephemeral
Why are you sometimes unreal
O Life do you have to be so cruel
Shall I ever dare to be once more affectional?!
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