Ravishing regularly the reclusiveness
Grounded by the heaps of studies
Crushed by the loads of duties
Metamorphose myself into a grunge-who cares?
After all there's none who shares.
No worries and concerns of this bloody world,
Into the dungeon thrown is my soul.
However today,I saw her face
What's this? my heart began to race
she - with an elixirous smile
Oh! life itself became agile
Thoughts float.....
Medaciously merrying over melancholy!
Wasn't this a stark irony?
Into my life,would she pour her pious drops?
Parched Earth be able to brood new crops?
With bright colors,would she paint my poster?
Onto my murky life,would she diffuse her luster?
