My deep nerves asked my organs in silence,

How much happiness you shot from your guns, we are expiring your licence,

My tears shouted," i did well,i am not sad"

But the two men aside, were quite dying on bed.

Some drops are water of sorrow and some are weeping of people, he helped out,

Some are being waited by curse and some by divinity, no doubt.

The string of your kite is in your hands, fly it high,

Otherwise the crowd needs one more company, there you can try.