On the faces of the clouds, I engrave my strory

that the globe may comprehend my tragedy

days has gone, since I ‘ve been deserted

The sun, the moon, the sky…. all I traded

to get my Aroma in a safer custody

but futile was such an offer, i made with sincerity

When memories of my Aroma rush to my mind

tears will flow like the river Nile

to potray marchless grievance for my great loss

as body has sever tie with weight and balance

though being persistence in the battle for patience

but the strenght of solitude seems to make all worse worst

absolutely sober i feel,

since parting with my Aroma’s intoxicating beauty

will of mine dictate no longer

resting choice in the hand of destiny

like the rose my Aroma was amusing

hard to resist, and charming like the heaven

lovely like the moon, brighter than the sunshine

but all have perished, for perish bound is all life

fresh page not feasible, for the end has not began

in anguish i languish, loss is all i earned

days seem years, for mind and heart have turn blue

a bliss fizzled out, but none seems true

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