Bosom friends were both mind and heart Once quite closer to love each other All the nobler and sweeter bonds they had Shaped, formed and bound well all together.
With all the noble riches of humanity Faces were brimming with natural glow Goodness of the bonds were soaring high And vices of the world were lying low.
Armed with knowledge of changing world Mind was lost in the party of joy and cheers Splashing everywhere the glasses of egos; And heart was left alone only to shed tears.
