The tidal sea touches not my ears!
Bewailing 'Shanto' ensules shrills of all kinds!
The curtain of wintry weather
envelopes not the strain of blood!
The dazzling dews over the soft groves
turn into a mighty flood
Multiplying numerous Medusa's eyes
Darkening our hearts and changing
millions of stony guys!
What was the source of your perennial gut,
How could you remain ever alert?
What was your heart made of?
How could you beat that insurmountable trouble?
I am not amazed, rather encouraged!
