Once I lived

Gaily I lived and lively I did,

Punctually performed duties and slept

Fear, I didn’t know, or grief

The inside and outside, of me, never violated

What mattered then, a virgin mind

Not raped by savage intruders

Vigorous hands were there, to shield me

Of tender mercy and innate love

Far lovelier than love ordained,

By fated relationships of blood and flesh

When living daringly, that the disaster

Which emptied me as a cracked pot

That rude awakening; of the mysterious

The clandestine and the closing doors

The surreptitious glances and secret motives

The essence, of which, still alien to me

Annoyed me with an anguished mind

Felt me worthless as a lanky

Before the lusty and rushy world.