Yet
Yet
Oh god
The way I endure, grin and contemplate
Is an occultism
Which determines me that you are the
Diviner behind me,
And I am one of your features
I am at astonishment
That how do you govern your distinguished panorama
Precisely, when an ordinary person like me
Is refined by your blessings
Yet, undergo a sense of guilt
By not replying you in the gentlemanly decorum
Oh, god...