Elegy!

Sic snuffed by the opium of days, the life passed away,

As if panicked by nightmares, the life passed away;

Neither were there grumbles nor any displeasures,

Contradictorily, either there were works or leisures;

While desiring death, the life passed away!!

 

In gardens of heart, never again the spring bloomed,

By solitary misfortunes, all the exhilaration doomed;

Canopying cyclones in the bosom, the life passed away!!