Where is the bud with secret desires?
To be the beam of colours, fragrance and romance
Where are the flames, where are the fires?
Is life nothing but a bubble’s dance?
Ripped, torn and tattered in the dust’s coffin
Green leaves turn into yellow then wither away
Glory of the past transforms into ruin
In the evening of gloom turns life’s sunny day
When the roses blow, the nightingale sings
The fragrance rides the chariot of breeze
Autumn lays in hiding to ambush the spring
This law all knowing providence decrees
The amorous philandering of youthful days
The remarkable feigning, the pretensions, the lies
Attraction and charm in sinful ways
Ignoble lust in romantic guise
My wandering thoughts in moonlight pale
Drift me at times from joy to despair
The unsolved mysteries of changing colours prevail
Lift the veil of obscurity, my vision, dare!