I Lost My Soul
Who buries his head in books.
Abruptly, I lost my soul, perhaps in the woods.
Or afford to pay taxes and bills,
I had taken a walk down the dusty streets,
And Later Went on to the quiet hills.
What’s left with me is piles of sorrow.
My mind has ceased working,
my dark hands have stopped writing,
My body has been consumed in a flame,
I myself, I’m overlooking my name.
Pals are showing up like; Cheers!
Though my eyes are filled up with tears,
I’m partly numb, can’t feel a thing,
Even when the bee gives me a sting.
I’m adjuring any of you who likes to promenade,
Ambling leisurely in your dresses and good suits,
In the forest and plains or around the vast lake,
Picking aesthetic flowers and wild fruits.
If any of you comes across my soul,
Kindly pick it on my behalf,
In joy, I’ll jump up and down like a calf,