Resting all night when I leave my home,
The day’s toil scatters the force of thought,
The day starts in a beauty jungle I roam,
Taking rest, all sour memories me bite.
As smell lives in the red pretty rose,
Your reflection follows me in slumber,
As to steal the eggs run all hungry crows,
Night comes with worry without a number.
Days pass in works nights in your dreams,
That infuses a fresh life into my tired soul,
As awake all the worlds the sunny beams,
Thus my thoughts are released on petrol.
I leave home to earn and come to feed,
My hungry soul with your beauty indeed