No one let you, to loom
But you came, lacking a scream
Your effortless effort succed,
To compose a molecule of memory
Those jots hark back to reminiscences
Where my intellect always merits
A plot for such a blissful flash-
Which seems like the replica of my rapture
They depart away commencing a breakdown
Then lead me to a pitch black mind
Suddenly those injections changed to dejections
At last without a soul I set for a sent off
With no going back
To the golden days gone by...
