withhelding loneliness.

21st october 1991.

To the loneliness withheld with me,
nobody, dear some and close is with me.

For the time first, destiny has refuse'd,
to wee, whose longing for thee,
for the time first crying is the muse,
to me, who's got nothing, but envy.

Then, to attract, a flower has flair,
the same is genuinely for any fair,
but, tis Fair's flair has had me spell bound,
of the feeling of wanting her around,
to thee, i pledge a modest passion,
only for you, in entire nation.

Alas! no hope left, but to extol,
o'er my love, i hear whose toll.