A morning rush gaze the inconstant uniforms,
The siege of trodden street delving knowledge;
Then the workers beating the dawn to catch wages,
Responsibility taken all light`s forehead is care.
Glory days abundant of unsurpassed bliss to relish;
Make acquaintances close nor fall in love on a first sight:
Let the melody of the rhythm turn your spirit high,
Find a new continent,learn French and be content.
Alas!It has ceased like a torrent river now basking in the sun,
Nor an obscure mist lifting in split-second;
Ay!Three roads extortionating now beckon:
These two are sweet in parallel and belie the horrid third.
This horrid third I`m locked in stagnation
Pounds my yearnings and despair my heart.
