My mission

To drive me mad many a man is apt.
To spot my snow-white heart their only choice.
Futile is their outcry; and I must make
My heart sleepless to hear Thy Nectar-Voice.

My love shall be the Noon of burning delight.
I shall now hug earthly ignorance and dole
To feed the human souls with ceaseless might
And lift the earth to show her zenith-goal.