He goes gallivanting every night
In the pursuit of happiness
No one knows if,
He is confused
What compels him
To do so
Is it the desolation
Or
Feeling of melancholy
Along with his robe
His sorrow follows
No one knows
The reason
If,
He was loquacious
How taciturn he become
He has ton of intimate
Boon companions so-called
No one knows.
