sitting under the shade of a tree,
my mind so pensive as can be,
full of melancholy, not of glee,
but with a sudden stroke of light,
I see a sight, lit by the sun, spectacularly.
I see green vales, stretched to a height,
as all rose together in their might,
and kissed the sun bringing delight,
the view, complemented by the birds sermon,
as they lift me from my melancholy plight.
Such a sight; only one,
as it stretched to the horizon,
the dead grass was brought to life by the sun,
when the sun began its descend,
and ignited my tavern.
The wind whispered to me; like a sibyl’s transcend,
and now, with this, I bring thius idyll to an end.
-Rajveer Nair
Blooming Thoughts 