Oh! The mind cycling through options
of what to do and what not to!
But finally Sprawled I
on the wide couch,
Which is next to my double folding-window
While peeping through—
the same chaos outside!
Ah! Nature pouts in sullenness—
The morn light, bright not with flashing gold;
Trees, with whining boughs,
Nowhere the grand festival of mirth—
Having a devil of a time though,
Yet, enduring pain, with a show of strength—
In the hope of better days,
to have the time of cheerful life!
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