A GROVE OF SORROW
Alas! In a grove of sorrow ever bloom
The faded fateless flowers of jaded gloom;
Where the fragrance of felicity is ever in deep deficit,
Smiles are aliens, while penury and misery ever meet!
Alas! Dreams die here every second,
A perennial river of tears flows with no end!
Adversity is its, unavoidably, a bosom friend,
Before the seeds of saplings sprout, joy is ever drained!
Alas! Koels, parrots or sparrows never visit here to croon
Ah! Throughout the year eagles and vultures with kin inhabit;
Deathly darkness ever rules here even at the brightest noon,
Whatever may be the season, the rainy days are reluctant to quit!
Such is the life that ever runs in a grove of sorrow-
Who can lend it a bit happiness today to be blessed tomorrow?
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