In this vague;upon the midday blaze
I see blissful summer buds strolling:
Enjoying full their glory days tenure,
A laughter or two I heard while waiting.
I lowere`d my seat fearing recognition
From the forthright and yet caring teachers;
Beside sheltering from the blaze of the sun
I lowered it to avoid the impudence of learners.
While I were waiting ;I thought of my brother
Serving in the helm of glory days most brood
Toward the future:the future that I missed and tear
Now my soul with pine I most lamented.
Wretched,weary of stagnation
And pinings I now weep within.
