He Got A Lot More Anxious About His Darling
With The Harbingering Cloud In View, On The Peak
Owing To Fast Approaching Month Of Shrawan
When Spouses Fret A Lot Days-Nights Longingly
How Shall She Survive Such A Pining Separation?
Might Lose Her Will To Live Till Our Reunion
Being Doubtful, Henceforth, About My Own Survival?
Soon Made-Up His Mind To Despatch All His Tidings
Through The Cloud, That Journeys South To North, Towards
His Home, Where Dwells His Wife, Likely Lovelorn
-Ë—might Think: He Had Deserted Her; Or Died-‘