The boy stood alongside the corner of the bush
To have bliss of solitude under the shades
He has lots of dues to repay aa through
In the empty vessel he has nothing to do.
Before leaving he has hopes to aspire
A midst of dreams he has to go ahead
But no means he has been abandoned
By the society and the kith and kin
He has no offence but being insulted
His guilt was to bring reforms
In the family hazards to switch over.
He is truthful in the sense he hates
All sorts of undue activists predominating
Not in one circle but widely he roams about
To have bliss of loneliness beyond hue and cry.
The boy ponders over day and night
To be devoted from the social beings
In the actions of reforms to drive the evils
Intoning the race of life.
A big banyan tree besides the great memoir
He lies down to have happy and prosperous;
To go into the depth of the sea
Where the common people never see again.
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