Prithee, O Friends!
Bear me your countenance And allow me a poet's stance So to sing before her castle Enamoring odes of romance. Longing was I for this fair chance To break this spell of evil trance On my tonsured vocal muscle And produce in blissful nuance A solemn tone reflecting penance I'd done, to be blessed with a glance Of her eyes on my life's puzzle, Unsolved by many and perchance She could, with her perseverance, End my miserable endurance Of this tough grueling battle; Bestow back my significance. P.Siddartha 17/04/05