All the responsibilities, I carried
But still I remained unmarried...

I have much scare of this life
Hence, I am looking for a knife...

Shall I compare you with rain
Which gives pleasure and pain...

The evil thoughts in my head
Doesn't allow me to sleep in bed...

For spring, all are waiting
On this, some are betting...

God has made us different
But he never take a rent...

Oh dear God, what was my crime?
That you gave me sorrowful time...

O God, I have a small request
Please call me to your home...

Thanks Shakespeare to write such literature
You have shown man's thoughts and nature...

Many people have no sense to speak
'Cause, in culture, they are so weak...

Instead of crying upon my fate
I like to choose the way straight...

Literature is like a cool shower
It can make a man it's lover...