The boy stood on the corner of the street
To have bliss of solitude under the greenwood trees
He has lots of dues to repay
In the empty vessel he has nothing to do.
Before leaving he has hopes to aspire
A midst of dreams he has to go ahead
But no means he has been abandoned
By the society and the kith and kin
He has no offense but being insulted
His guilt was to bring reforms
In the family hazards to switch over.
He is truthful in the sense he hates
All sorts of undue activists existed
Not in one circle but widely he roams;
To have bliss of solitude beyond hue and cry.
The boy ponders over day and night
To be devoted from the social beings
In the actions of reforms to drive the evils
In tones of the race of life.
A big banyan tree besides the great memoir
He lies down to have
happy and prosperous day.
To go into the depth of the sea
Where the common critics never see again.
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