Shrank body, dried root
Paralyzed organs,
Don’t water my branch
Your desire is mortified,
It will not bloom,
Then leave it to grow with thorns.
What fault i possess, no one
Endears me !
O! Gardener,
Get me beside river -like eyes,
I aspire to grow like a tender -plant
Desire to bloom for the sake of
Society,
Just let me sway and swing
Along the bank of Brook
Of course I shall sing,
I shall bloom to wash away gloom,
And black shadows from the world
