This is a dull day, with nothing to do,
What to do, I don’t have any clue,
Hard to while off the available precious time,
Remaining idle is the worst possible crime.

I try hard to relax, but its tough,
Restless, life is not smooth its rough.
I feel like tearing off my hair,
Whatever happens around me, I don’t care.

Useless I am always, but more useless now,
One useful thing, I can do now is to love,
And to love the girl, I love always,
Again it is a renaissance of those ‘golden days’.