On top of a rugged hill
Darkness on the deep, alas!
Where there ain't no grass, alas!
By the potion pool
A lone daffodil
Leans on a withering tree, alas!
With the foliage pale
In this love-mill,
Knows no fool
How we send an email
For perversity knows no respect, alas!
What it can give you what can it get
Wherefore you then sleep on toes
That it avows - what I till
Is much above a thrasher's spill
And it is by the holly's will
Whence potion of life we extract
Of a harvest of love and the very best
And exact!
I knew no strings - ever since,
I had taken first breath
And neither shall I,
Until my death
Where with mercy we kill, alas!
And love we grill
On Porsche, Ferrari and jet-set
There what can you give
And what can I get?
There what can I give
And what can you get?

Saif U'Lah - 12 October, 2007