The throttle is with you conjoined lagoon
And, you all are squeezing out relentlessly
To make me hedonistic;
I thought myself to be lack lustrous—
Contrastingly, you uncovered this soul from ‘Incoherent’ me.
Ever it trenches my memoir:
Making me feel –‘Born-new’.
I nay and vow for such a mirth by you all.
(To the limpid bosoms who assimilated me by their extravagance in all)