It was more than a colonialist
At the threshold of youth
And less of a traditionalist.
It was a Ray
That fill every inch of my veins
And frisked my heart
Like no man has ever hurt.
It was, a Ray
That touched me than the
Glorious lamp’s radiations
Hence my soul’s transformations
It was more of love
And less of quack-prove
At the threshold of youth.