Bosom friends were mind and heart Once quite close to love each other All the noble had sweeter bonds; Formed and bound well all together.
With all the noble riches of humanity Faces were brimming with natural glow Goodness of the bonds were soaring high And vices of the world were lying low.
Armed with knowledge of changing world Mind was lost in the party of joy and cheers Splashing everywhere the glasses of egos; And heart was left alone only to shed tears.
