Oh, if I could be reborn as a an infant
then would have I slumbered tasting
The pristine-milk,listening a sweet lullaby...
Oh, if only I got luck to frolic as a boy...
Would have I cajoled and tattled,
holding on mother's robe,
Would have I mounted on father's should,
To catch up the moon up above.
Oh, if I only could sit at the rustic school's
class-floor to learn...
I would have become that 'sweet-lad' to mom,
Getting lessons long before
The master-Crone tweaked my ears
with the steel-writing-quill.
"Passions fantastic these all"
murmurs my inner-self ridiculously...
Yet that craving does slaver within
My inner most heart for ever.
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