Dont cry, mama!
I feel the pain than you,
Stand to your knees, papa!
Ices are melting in my veins too
She'll run round when she is crazy
She'll sigh and cry just like a lady
If she get up to where she cant jump down
Life is a poem,
Full of diverse rhythm;
With odds and rigid verses,
Lines written of restated stanzas;
I have told you and again will I say
My love is Wedded, Nothing can part
Glued as sun to the sky, no waves can flay
Mounted as rockstone, no many fast waters can thwart.
Come not here, Not there- -O adulteress!
Do warlord fights when laid therein grave?
Rove away, Rove away, beauty of slyness,
O preying death, Give me no seductive wave;
I've seen an antelope looking for okra,
He is like man toiling to succeed with his valour;
Weepings of oppress`d flows as runnels,
And no comforters to be their channels;
They do not lie.
They just neglect to tell the truth.
They do not take,
They simply cannot bring themselves to give.
O God, I cain't believe it's new-day,
Mystery art thy works, I cannot learn;
Thy providence, no man can repay;
With many treasures or which he earn,
You can push me on,
While I push you harder
But our fight be won,
If you draw me closer.
O that love, which loves you!
Is such strong as naked deathe
And how pleasing you are too
If it makes you moan in lieu of breathe