I drink naught but the nectar
From the flowers of Eternity
Those blossom in the month of spring.
I am veiled in the pseudo colours of love .
Unwrap me from this ,paint me all black and white .
And clothe me with the alphabets of poetries .
Take my body from the imbroglio of life
And O’ hon’ divine ! let it rest
Upon pillows of your soft bosom..
And O’ hon’ divine ! Let me rest …