Category : Poems

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Hasten to sleep, Oh! Renunciant,
run, run away from worldly swevens;
And dedecorous life, due to which you are,
down in the mouth, beshrewing fate!

Morrow shall bring, a zestful morn,
to obliviate all the misfortunes you have;
When orlay's wrath begins to quell,  
Emanating beams, of amazing ardor!