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Drollery Man
Drollery Man
Everyday’s sorrows all I have,
In this golden morning of joyful events,
The direction, for free from all wounds,
He faces the sun as a free-soul.
He walks in his eye-line,
Towards fields of paddy-grains,
He touches the heads they stand;
The birds chirping, the twinkle-rays
All say him to turn a prettily life.
He thinks all follow the battle-cry,
The grasslands, the birds, the sun rays;
The paths free from all anxieties,
So all with me..all with me….
Look! there are some fishes
,
Swayed in the fisher-man’s net,
Their blinking eyes regret, escape me!
I think if all is with me,
Why not they come free from woes.
They give a frisky-jump,
When I remove ghost-net,
It begets you are the jovial man!
Then passes in the deepest water.
So I return in a dubious thought,
No gloom's full with life I feel.
Often I think what the last fish uttered,
I am the man of jovial…..
No way to walk to my paths.
