I’m the street he always walks

Who he is, hope you’ll ever amaze

Little long ago, “I loved a girl”, he talks

“I ne’er knew, whether her lovely gaze

Or her laughing pearls stuck me to her

Or whether it is great true love

The juicy lips of her or the fur

Like warmth of her words or, Wow!

The involuntary exclamation; made me

To my brim, I loved her; to knee

Did fall my brains, and how

I tell you she was finesse

And she was the finest actress

So fine she was and her I see

She took all of how contended her I see

Left me she, as an empty chariot

But still my heart has for her

A chair of cushions- bereft of riot.”

Love is not enough for lot of vows

Indispensible it is that one should strive

Did he see how striving men stand in rows?

For money for the human hive

As honey for bees is money for men

And gets it out he- only when striven

Ne’er he will be a successful youth

Every night on my darkening path

As he tells his woeful story.

Only revered he can turn if query

Of his inbuilt talent he starts

And men do stare with open hearts

Instead of despair if in his heart

Should he remove his sorrowful wart

And turn his mind into the ever truest

And only feel the happy memoirs of love he had

For he shall be called the nature’s best

And then he could be as free as a little lad.