Thirst
— Jati Kanta Sinha
Give me some drops of water
Oh reel, of pure heart
Flow through the vales
Of mountains,
Into my crazy heart,
And stay, some hours
Until it makes me dazzle
Like a piece of pure diamond.
Life is full of despair, and
Venoms, one never endures;
Oh reel, come in a hot summer day
And blow a cold shower
To make unendured heart,
Pure.
