Deeply rooted taints in my life,
Pierced brutally around the valuable pubescent days.
I can’t utter anything about the pain,
That trembled over my indulging days.
It’s something like an astounding voice,
Drives me away from the normal prolific path.
It is mutinous enough to stray me,
Along the occult contingent.
I am under a dagger or an unrelieved situation,
Which can’t console back to my unadulterated days.