The wind wheeled down the walk-
wayward had been its way.
I clutched the ropes so tight
lest the swing should find a prey.
It tossed me at the starry sky,
which then sent me to the Earth.
And the swing jilted me again:
I, thus, swung back and forth!
My perplexed eye lived no more
and through it tears did not flood.
The lids were done and I shrouded
it with the saffron in my blood.
My wilted wings went with the wind,
of my blindness I won't say much.
When life escaped my creaking ribs
I freed the hopes of my clutch.
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