Tittle-tattle is going on between three young lads and a lady The lad parking himself on a cruise bike making a hoary world with smokes. The girl wearing a black dress will be the queen of this hoary world one day maybe An aged blind vagabond standing in front of me spreading his begging hand I start to search dissimilarities with this vagabond Getting no dissimilarities I find every inch similarities with him Taking my cell phone in hand I start to utter let me say today Let me give liberation to my heart " O my floozy! I can't say like Prince Hamlet And can't sing the song of tenderness like Majnu Only from the deep of my heart and from the memories of my mind that you have possessed taking this supremacy Just want to say ‘I love you truly'." But can't utter, taking the burden of my heart. But today I have found Prufrock in me. I am powerless to give anything to that vagabond How could I give? I am a vagabond of money Of love and power. And the heart has forgotten the Allah's Dhikir (Mentioning Allah's name constantly) I heard love has now become like the index of share market Sometimes the index goes higher and lower Sometimes like the temperature of human body 98.4 degree to 102 Fahrenheit. I assure you, my love neither increase nor decrease It is fixed like the sun.