Life isn't stagnant neither with merry nor with mourn,
if it splits it will rejoin.
Who can keep it loitering around?
I lament why I did
I realise,,it was nothing but self cheat.
Yes it is true
With my holiness what shall I do?
At the end of the day for what I may crave is success
what can be gathered only from you.
What a feral act was done by me!
I turned despot to myself and ragged my life.
If it's winter then I can expect the warmth of summer.
Let me now gush in tinge of happiness within myself
With the thought that my life now cannot be a mess.