There is no pain to see
my words sinking into the abyss of time.
Should I pity myself !
O readers !pour your fresh raindrops..
And there was none.
How fool I was to pity myself !
Nay,I adore my words, wreath of lines.
the readers,the audience,the listeners -
you are so mingy over the years.
Buy I must not.
I will cry out and recite all my lines
to all the trees,air and chirping birds.
I heard a feeble clap from somewhere .