As decided by the fate,
I dragged my feet on director’s slate.
Clouds were dark,
Sun showed only vain
Until the knock of that skylark grained,
And removed its unbelievable vile.
Nightingale’s lyrics enraptured the heart,
And concealed to heal in a dart.
......
As decided by the fate,
I dragged my feet on director’s slate.
Clouds were dark,
Sun showed only vain
Until the knock of that skylark grained,
And removed its unbelievable vile.
Nightingale’s lyrics enraptured the heart,
And concealed to heal in a dart.
......