Alas! I saw some swimmers,
Swimming in emergent ecstasy of passion,
Battling battle of battles,
Totally trying to forget recession,
What wrong they were doing?
By imagining immortal mortality,
At least lust was off the shelve,
Paving a way against nasty normality,
Now numb night will end,
Due surprising solace of swimmers,
Sun will salute the souls,
Raising the rising rivers,
Superfluously settled Saturn will roll,
Ferocious freedom will freely flaunt,
The wounded will has surpassed weakness,
Now the depressive devil will get “The Haunt”.