"Though life itself a hard journey that Nature gives us,with out an agreement of harmony,with every sad path to travel :yet we do invent colours with our curiosity,ambition and our consciousness,by flying ahead of Time, our restless effort gives the fruit of knowledge ."
The Poet wants to the Leave the Living World, due to loss of Love and care,before that, he sings a sad Song! :)
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