I
Numb was the lady as she walks
Half drench my pen, even to talks:
Along her dazzling eyes with luminous glow,
But clutch its sorrow from the earth below.
Thus, emerge the glorious sun,
To reassure her saddest pun.
II
Still alone, my pen is burning to cry
It is a story, full of mine.
A true cup of tears not even tell the lie
Alas! Alas! Yet not entering into the case of thine
On the day which is full in motion
So haggard and humour be her caution.
III
Calm and palsy lady has some light
All I fear to be echoed like her,
With her lifeless toy, had she geared up to fight?
The unsocial type of little girl-
Oh! My voice would have reached its height-
I said: “Selina Allen, a lady should not be in...