With every blink, I shed 'sorrowful-water' from my visionary eyes,
Every moment, it drips off my cheeks and reaches my neck.
I am so disturbed by the wordly ties;
The very ties that bound me to this world.

Now, I am tired following the rules of the books
Which have clipped my wings!
It bounds me to swim in the sea of depression;
And prevent me from flying in the sky of heavenly peace.

I long to spread my wings
And soar high above the sky,
Like the peaceful dove.
But I am prevented from doing what I love!

So, I shed tears with every blink
And long to break the chains that clink.