Wiry, dark, a clouded figure,
Battered hard by the brutal fate,
A wretched creature on whom passers snigger,
Dismal countenance and a soul frustrate…

His bulging eyes, his shrunken face,
Made me shiver like a blade,
When the heavens cried,
Like an ugly worm he wriggled by,
Under the a blazing, thundering, whining sky…

His heart longed for a cozy home or a loving heart,
I know not what…
But it was true, his eyes suffused with gloom,
Cried mutely, I want to Bloom, I want to Bloom…