Thupuhu D Vaddeo
Sayst He, “Alas! My own craft has be made me forlorn,
But this, art of all times...shalt with me remained abode'
But says you, 'It is not good for the man to be alone.'
Thus sent hither My Love to adore.
In some vale of flickering blooms- escapes sight,
Upon a rainbowed lea pillowing on earth,
Beneath pregnant tree in its summer blithe,