Waves tinkered through the old nectar,  
Flowing from the back, across every pedestal,  
Urging the bashant recovery.  
The crowd dispersed, losing interest,  
Unable to find a winner in you.  
Gushing through the waves in panorama,  
Quenching thirst with regal energy,  
Gigantic pillad tides,  
Moving in the corners of my mind.  
On the low platform stage,  the protagonist benefited success backstage,  
With only parents' support.  
Engraved within, the box of jewels,  
Precious memories glimmering with insight.