More stinker is coming of this vicissitude.
Life glamour is getting lost...

The soul that breaths;
Life is not at stake...

I can't hide anymore,
the fact behind my burden...

In their chambers they sit,
swimming in the ocean of unhealthy wealth...

My tears are just flowing,
like the verses of your poem...

On this doomed and gloomed dawn,
here I lie alone...

She said she loves me,
that may be or may not be true...

This sunny season's once the heart's long yawn.
Blissful moment, a heart image...

Men of hoary fraternity.
Sitting together in aloof minds...

Grief rushed in like a lion,
joy crawled out like a snail...

So many tears; nobody 's there.
Consolation and relief, are all worthless lies...

At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...