I was withered, wandering through—
A deserted Love Street as a preacher:
I was a desiccated mindless dreamer, in
A world, where people only adore charm.
People laughed at my dullness— But,
They ignored what was inside. A dormant
Life; if watered (loved), would bloom;
If taken care of, will stretch again to live.

Nevertheless

Some took me as a source of prosperity;
Some took me to soothe the dead souls;
Some...