Like a bonded labor I am forced to move a round
To an orbit to which I am bound
The brightness of my face may glad you
But no pleasure is drawn by me
I am fed on the light
And forced to smile for the sun
This sadness I have got none to tell
Weather keeps changing
Even clouds do not listen to me
Even your little warm company is gone
On my face when you shut your door
I am left alone and stranded
Whole night I peep through the open windows
To share sorrows who goes like me without love
Till the caw is heard from the first crow.

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