Drollery Man

Everyday’s sorrows all I have,

In this golden morning of joyful events,

The direction, for free from all wounds,

He faces the sun as a free-soul.

He walks in his eye-line,

Towards fields of paddy-grains,

He touches the heads they stand;

The birds chirping, the twinkle-rays

All say him to turn a prettily life.

He thinks all follow the battle-cry,

The grasslands, the birds, the sun rays;

The paths free from all anxieties,

So all with me..all with me….

Look! there are some fishes,

Swayed in the fisher-man’s net,

Their blinking eyes regret, escape me!

I think if all is with me,

Why not they come free from woes.

They give a frisky-jump,

When I remove ghost-net,

It begets you are the jovial man!

Then passes in the deepest water.

So I return in a dubious thought,

No gloom's full with life I feel.

Often I think what the last fish uttered,

I am the man of jovial…..

No way to walk to my paths.