I wonder, where your true fate is laid, ye
Either in deep sea, or where you didn't go
Whereby bent your true majesty; I see
That, so an unwanted glory, always,
Remains at the left and ne'er change to so
O, petty wear that unsuited, a dress
No one loves to bring such mystery;
The best of all ne'er surpasses in gloom
And shop 'en in accident but worry,
And being mature in mind does a much
Such that it brings to him earthly loom
'En, it's worthy to become a good, such,
Which sucks sustenance, 'en on the work
Not being reptile to any or shock.



Place: Srirampur, Nadia
Date: 08/09/2019