অভাগা যেদিকে চায়...! My love put me down Saying she is so simple and brown So I need not to creek I said, “You are the dimple” Always chirping on my cheek! Akin to me, you all my friends With your conscience and tend Be identical that ‘being simple’ Is simply difficult and pimple In this days of flirt and bend! Precisely so if you gape around There are complex and perplex Patch and ditch, rupture and bound Simply vague and duplex! Simple is beauty, dimple is vanity So expansive, painless and sanity! As being simple is rather complex In these days of trinity! For being complex is simpler Any one can be frayed No efforts, not a sliding clipper Nor a wit is required! So I’d love you my simple! You are my rainbow and dew You‘ve battered me nimble Which I must flare and renew!