Bliss was my garden,

full of beautiful flowers,

sometimes with amber rays,

and other with light showers.

All wise like an open book,

all real like a mirror,

all full of melting heart,

full of love but stone thinner.

Once a skulk attacked my land,

throbbing all my peace,

inhumane and nine-tailed foxes,

gave all my joy on lease.

Humble was the candle as such,

that kept on melting for both,

foxes' howls were obvious,

but why for growing loath?

Such was the beauty of Tulip,

all kind and full of love,

whose only bird's eye is,

to be humane like peaceful dove.

But how to persuade these foxes,

to get out from my lot,

what else they want from me,

as peace is all what I have got!