In My Dream Whom I Saw
Looking Long For Her,
I Am Sure In Real Life
Shall Get Her Never.
When I Will Be
Digested By Soil,
She Will See My
Deed’s Counterfoil.
If Cannot Save Love
From The Time’s Shock,
For Nothing Why Making
Such A Huge Stock!
If Any Of Your Souls
Can Survive Then,
Convey To Her A Message That
I Had A Pen;
I Tried Not To Write
Anything Very Bad,
A Pure Love Only The Thing
In Heart I Had.
Tell Her That I Was Also
Very Fond Of Rose,
But Never Sinfully Spoiled
Any One Of Those.
I Always Thought Of Her
Fresh Jewel Of God,
And Full Of Hymns, Life-Songs
As High-Tech I-Pod.