Alas! Those Beautiful Faces

Alas! Those lost graces, a few beautiful and handsome faces, Appetising aesthetic sense and then feeding their charms in drops Pouring liquid thoughts in a leaking container of my bosom And the siphon of love raising it to the brain for the crops, The crops are dancing and I see many colourful flowers They are no more to see the outcome of their showers! I have forgotten them, how I shall be remembered? I don't have a beautiful or handsome charming face I lack their ability to water a heart for the crops, I lack liquid thoughts and I lack their gorgeous grace, Anyhow when the crops will start dancing with flowers I'll be no more to see the outcome of my feeble showers!