When the blind heart wanted to express remorse on behalf of the mind to which it was a slave, the eyes sobbed.

I dreamt of you last night
You were laughing in the light
I was laughing with you too
We had nothing else to do
We never looked ahead or behind us
I’d forgotten how life could be
Sparkling easy and free
Now I don’t do very much
Routine chains me, keeps me in touch
With reality such as it is
I do miss you and the fizz
You were my bottle of champagne
In my dreams you will remain
I dreamt of you
Yes I dreamt of you.......

Last night

Your statements are generally well received, with the exception of the last one: "I have grown to become a celebrated poet."

People vicariously slay a person's character after he dies, creating an enduring myth from which the real person never emerges.

It's raining of sins on earth
where men and women are soaking.
Ah, society is misguided today!

The devils are laughing
in the downfall of human being
but people are swimming in nasty things!

They don't judge right or wrong
and don't take any proper action.
They lead their lives in disguise
in this momentary world.
Who is for this eagerness?

Day after day, everyone is melting
in this fake beauty;
I don't know, which nation this is!

D  eliver

E  ach

S  oul

T  hrough

I  nevitable

N  atural

Y  earning